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During my commute to work, I spotted tiny beads of fluid sticking to the car's windows. Upon inspection, I found them to be slightly tacky and emitting a subtle fruity aroma.
Puzzled, as I never use such products, I phoned my spouse. "Have you spritzed some sort of air freshener in the Porsche? There's an odd fruit-like smell."
He paused briefly before responding with a seemingly honest explanation. "You know that class reunion I attended? Well, one of my pals had too much to drink and got sick in the vehicle. I didn't want to upset you, so I used some fragrance to mask the odor."
After ending the call, I grabbed a rag and cleaned the car windows thoroughly.
On the seat next to me, I noticed two golden, curly strands of hair caught in the sticky substance.
I sighed and shook my head. Hmph. His "friend" appeared to be more attractive than myself.

Lipstick Stains and Blonde Lies

A throng of inquisitive spectators trailed closely behind. The corridor felt too confined for my taste, so I remained outside, observing the unfolding drama through my phone's live stream.


Miguel, taken aback by the flimsiness of the hotel room door, acted swiftly—perhaps with an unsettling familiarity with such scenarios. He hurriedly donned a robe and even draped a sheet over Tricia's form.


Brandon, his face twisted with rage, burst in brandishing a knife at the pair.


Miguel, mistaking Brandon for an unhinged intruder, bellowed indignantly, "Who permitted you entry? Leave at once! What are you all gawking at? Cease your recording!"


"Where's the hotel security? How can you allow madmen to endanger guests? My spouse and I are on holiday, and you're snapping photos? Is a couple such an unusual sight?"


"Should any images of this incident surface, don't be surprised if I take legal action against every one of you!"


Chapter 6