An affair from the wrong side of the tracks
I had been in college for a couple of semesters. The summer before I left home I had had a torrid and educational love affair with a married woman (see: The Late Bloomer and the Pilot’s Wife). I was broke (as usual) but managed to stay afloat by working at a grocery store and tutoring rich k**s after class. I had had some luck with fuck buddies (I don’t even remember what we called then before the phrases: Hook-up, Friend-with-benefits and bootie call came into vogue) but I wasn’t able to...