INSIGHTS AFTER SEX

By Charles Deemer

 

 

She blew smoke and said, “You’re married.” He smiled. “I can always tell.”

 

“How’s that?”

 

“You’re nervous. Like your old lady may barge in.”

 

“Maybe there’s another reason.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Maybe I’m undercover vice.”

 

“Just my luck.”

 

She passed him the cigarette. He took a slow drag.

 

“Yeah, I’m married.”