They say what goes around comes around, and I suppose it is true. There was this girl I dated, about nine years younger than me, still fit, still beautiful. She was fun to be around, and great in bed, your perfect girl. I actually was starting to fall for her when I found out that she was using me for my money, which kind of hurt because I actually cared for her. But that wasn't the worst of it; she was actually cheating on me. I suppose she was too much like me for her own good, and that's why I was started to like her. But it was interesting, have a taste of my own medicine.