SIRENS

Drew paced around the dark corners of her small red apartment and thought about the ways she could force a life together with Jim. There's just no man in town that would make a better daddy, she thought. We could travel more than once a year on his income and still have enough to live well, drink often, raise a child. And he's generous with oral, fucks well. The problem's getting him to like me.

Maybe I could get him to just fuck me once, she thought. Figure out a way to meet up with him somewhere, make sure there's alcohol involved. I could get him to give me a facial and then when I go to clean it up, I instead scrape it all off my face and into a bottle. All I would have to do is call up an in vitro place and tell them my husbands off in Iraq dying for our country and we want a baby already. Forge a signature and we're off to the races. I'd call him up, pretend to be holding back tears, tell him something's wrong. He'd say 'what?', all concerned. 'I can't say', I'd tell him. He asks again, I mutter under my breath: 'I'm pregnant'. He goes silent, I say nothing, give him a moment to let him realize I've got him.

Maybe I could fake some kind of personal tragedy, use it to get sympathy from him and use it as a reason to be around him, she thought. I could even stage some kind of tragedy, in plain view of Jim, so that we'd be able to bond over it.  I could choose someone both of us knew and cut their brake lines or induce a heart attack or something, I could use his emotional state to get in good with him and swing that into a relationship if I could play it correctly. Maybe do it to Lucas, or his wife Sarah.

Maybe I could move closer to him. Walk to his apartment complex and turn my dating profiles location radius down to 1 mile and then Super Like him. I could check which bars he goes to and make sure to show up, in a skimpy dress and hiding a handful of rufies. Make him notice me, make him be the one to come over.

Maybe I'll get tit implants, work out more and eat less. Post slutty pictures on Facebook, Instagram.

Maybe I'll say he raped me, she thought.