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I can’t help the way I am. I love men and I want sex daily, but my husband’s traveling for work gave me far too much freedom, and I used it well and often. I’ve always been a cheater and I’m an expert at keeping it a secret. At least I was. I’m still cheating, but it’s no longer on my terms. The photos they have has seen to that.
 
 
 
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I was busy in the kitchen one Thursday when there was a knock on my front door. Ever since my stepson Reid went off to college four years ago, my front door had been pretty quiet.
 
I saw a tall man’s shape in my front door. I stopped a few feet away. “Yes, who is it?”
 
A familiar voice. “Hey, Mrs. Stuart. It’s Todd.”
 
I smiled. Todd was one of my stepson’s inner circle of friends. Part of the Four Amigos as they called themselves. Unlike my stepson, away at university, Todd wasn’t the college type, but had gotten an apprenticeship with the local electrician’s union.
 
I opened the door and smiled at the tall, handsome young man. Like Reid, he’d played on the high school football team and still looked fit. “Hey, Todd. What brings you here? Reid won’t be home for another few weeks.”
 
Todd tapped a manila envelope that he held in his right hand. “Can I come in? I’ve got something I want to discuss with you.”
 
I looked at him curiously and stepped back. “Well, sure you can.”
 
I turned and led him in, feeling his eyes on me. Though I was wearing a thin comfy blouse and a gypsy skirt, I couldn’t help but feel naked in front of him. When we reached the kitchen, I turned. “I hope you’re not selling anything.”
 
Todd chuckled under his breath and looked at me. “You look good Mrs. S. You always do.”
 
There was something I didn’t like in his face just then. He held out the manila envelope and a feeling of dread came over me. I stepped to the kitchen counter and opened the envelope. What I saw made my heart skip a few beats.
 
I turned to him. “Where did you get these?!” I asked, crushing the printed photos in my hand.
 
His smile was ironic. “I’d think that would be obvious. I took them.” He laughed and took the crumpled pages from my hand. “Don’t be so rude. Let’s look at these.”
 
He spread the three images out on the counter. “Let’s see here. This is you and an unnamed man going into a room at the Garden Inn in Malabar. You can even see your Lexus there, parked in front.”
 
I tried to deny it. “Todd, it’s really not what you think. We were discussing a land investment deal there on the beach. I really wasn’t …”
 
He cut me off. “And here’s another one of you coming out the next morning.”
 
I sighed. “Todd, I …”
 
He waved his hand and pointed at the last image. “And here’s you and Mr. Unnamed Man, kissing at your car door. That doesn’t look very business-like to me.”
 
I ran my hands down over my face and knew I was in deep trouble.
 
Todd stepped up to me and looked into my eyes with humor. “You know what I wonder? I wonder if you’re wearing panties in this photo.” He pointed to the image. “Or if they are in Mr. Unnamed Man’s front pocket?”
 
I frowned at him. “Now Todd, there’s no need to be vulgar. Behave yourself.”
 
He straightened up to his full six-foot-plus height and glared down at me.
 
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Now, since you are here talking to me, you obviously want something. Do you want money? I can get you money.” I met his eyes squarely, but his amused look shook me to my soul.
 
“Money? No, Evelyn, I don’t want money,” he said with a smile. It was the first time I could recall him ever calling me by my first name. All of Reid’s friends had always called us Mr. and Mrs. Stuart.
 
I gasped and choked a bit. “Then what do you want?”
 
His smile widened.

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