The Hidden Mistress

She's out there, lurking in the shadows, masterfully avoiding detection. Invisible to the eyes of most women, she patiently waits. Like the mythological Siren, she lures husbands and boyfriends away from the sanctity of their homes with her sweet, enchanted song. "Come to me, she boasts, "The juice is much more plentiful on my vine and the nectar twice as sweet!"

"Didn't you hear me talking to you, where is your mind?"

He is suddenly jolted back to reality by "The Nag."

"You never listen to me when I'm talking to you. I swear you act just like a baby! One of these days, I'm gonna...

Her voice fades away as his own thoughts increase...

"She's been at me all day...why am I still here? Nothing I do is ever good enough to please this woman!"

"I don't have to put up with this!" he yelled.

Plop.

The words fell from his lips like a drop of blood into the ocean. She identifies her prey. In all her years, she has never changed her lure. She is remarkably patient, and she never pursues. Instead, her victims willingly lay their lives at her enticing feet. She begins her process.

Step One: She befriends him. She offers no resistance, only a listening ear. He can't speak to his partner because all she does is critique and fault find. Besides, everybody needs a "friend."

Step Two: She compliments him OFTEN. She tells him how lucky his woman is at home for scoring such a catch. If he were her man, she would definitely know how to treat him. The sweet smell of her perfume lingers in his mind...Some women just don't realize what they have...

Step Three: She complains about how lonely she is. At this point, she becomes the exact opposite of what he has at home. She mentions how she would give her man plenty of space if she had one, and subtle hints at how good and freaky she is in bed almost certainly helps her victim rise to the challenge...

Step four: ( THIS IS THE MOST LETHAL STEP OF HER PROCESS) She offers an innocent invitation to dinner at her place one evening. She promises it will be their little secret... THEN SHE WAITS for her phone to ring.

It's not long after this invite that her adversary (the lady of the house) realizes her destruction. He doesn't pay her any attention, and her rants fall on deaf ears and a hard heart. Things quickly unravel between them as he packs his bags and leaves. Her relationship has been demolished. Completely dissolved by the beck and call and temptation of this woman called... The "Streets."