I went to the races one Sunday and ran into a friends old girlfriend, We were there with a lot of people partying and BBQ'ing and I asked her to come party with us.  To make a long story short, every one was pretty hammered at the end of the day and she wanted to know if she could come back to my place.  I said sure get her car and follow me home.  She said I will just ride with me.  I told her I was no way coming back to drop her off to get her car until tomorrow, and she said cool.  We get back to my house and were fucking around when all of a sudden she said she was married and can't do this.  I could not believe it.  Then she asked me to take her back to her car.  I told her I was too drunk so she left my house walking.  At 7 am the following morning my doorbell rings and guess who it is?  It is her husband standing there wanting to know why I made his wife walk home from here.  I told him I had no idea she was married.  He called me out so he could "kick" my ass.  I said hang on a second.  I shut the door, grabbed my pistol, opened the door and told him to hit the road right now and never come back here.  He ran down the driveway.  That was that. About a year later, my friend and I were going golfing and stopped into a local bar to grab some beer to take with us and low and behold there she was sitting at the bar talking to some guy.  I got the beer and she said high.  I told her right in front of that guy I did not appreciate her having her husband beating on my door and told that guy quickly the story.  He was on his own after that.  I guarantee she is just a looser bitch looking for a good time and a free party.  I have not seen her since.