I decided late Sunday night that I would just pretend nothing had happened Friday night. It wasn't important. It was a distraction. I would not be distracted from my motive any longer, no matter how handsome my target may be.

I couldn't stop myself from selecting a low cut blouse and a shorter skirt than I usually would wear, but I told myself that it was part of the plan. If I kept him distracted and disarmed, I had a greater chance of success. Maybe this whole thing could ...