Temptress

Michelle owns the tiny hairdressing salon a few yards across the street from our old house. She is attractive, not in the same league as my wife, but on hot summer days, she would sit on the salon step in the skimpiest of summer dresses. She was always friendly. These were reasons enough for me to pop out for frequent trips past her, en-route to the local shop.

Mrs H was unaware of my compulsion until I requested special dispensation to behave badly with Michelle if she should ever invite me (extremely unlikely). Guess what Mrs H said?

Correct!