Playing with fire

I'm playing with fire. I'm exchanging SMSes with someone's husband. One way to justify my actions is that I know him first; he was my high school classmate. Now I can quite understand why and how these things happen. The allure....my, my.... this is the grown-up version of breaking the school laws and regulation. The high is similar to the feelings you get when you wear the baju kurung sekolah with balcony bras and without camisole...

I should stop it now, shouldn't I?