A night of love-making, he'd hoped. He'd long been accustomed to women coming to him
with suspicions of a cheating spouse. Normally, they were a bit thick and odd-shaped. Homely
looking, even. Still they found comfort in his arms more times than not. He'd always felt a bit of
guilt when it came to bedding down women in distress. But a part of him had considered it a
benefits packages. God knows he had no vision or dental insurance to speak of. Even the
schmucks at Starbucks had that. This woman was quite different than any he'd encountered
before. She was beautiful in every conceivable way. Enough so that it hurt.
“My husband...” she began.