I am a senior in college. I was returning one evening from my part-time job to my off-campus apartment when I stopped to help a woman change a flat tire.

It was a cold, miserable, rainy night for a flat.

Grateful that I had stopped to help her, she told me her name was Berry. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, and though drenched from head to foot, she still looked beautiful. As I too was now soaking wet, Berry suggested that I follow her to her place so I could warm up while she put my clothes in the dryer.

At her apartment, Berry handed me a man’s bathrobe and pointed me to the bathroom. Seeing the look in my eyes, she said, “Don’t worry, I’m separated from my husband.”

When I emerged from the bathroom, Berry was wearing a short silk robe and blow-drying her... Leer Más