I stared at her as she walked away. "Such a beauty" I whispered. " Here, take this card. Come visit me tomorrow "Anita said.

I recalled yesterday's event between Anita and I. We had just met at a bar and with some couple of drinks, we were all over each other. We made love.
Holding the card, I set out for her.

" Good afternoon ma. Does a lady named Anita stays here?" I asked.
With dread and horror, I stood there transfixed as I heard these words.

"Yes, this was her address but she is dead. She died two years ago"