The knock at the door comes as no surprise. It’s shortly after two in the morning and the bars have just closed. He opens the door and she is standing there, dressed in her black and white waitress outfit. Like the last time, she had finished work, sat at the bar, and drank until closing time. She smiles a wicked smile and asks “Well, am I coming in or not?”.
She is to be married in a month, married to his boss. He knows that it is wrong. The conflict within him grows as he looks into her bright, blue eyes and he feels the lust begin to grow. The struggle is brief and he steps aside. She enters, brushing against him as she laughs softly. As he closes the door, the overwhelming feeling of lust has consumed him. The struggle has ended and he is lost.