Sage Advice
Amy requested a noon meeting over lunch. She was picking at the last pea on her fork with a napkin placed neatly in her lap. In a dark navy blue dress just above her knees, this nyloned leg jutted in my direction with a feint lilac fragrance. The discussion about her and Bretts weekend skiing trip was about to be muted by a request for advice. She reached across and grabbed my wrist, "I'm thinking of having an affair." 3 1/2 years of faithfulness and marrital bliss, up in flames so soon? Amy's...
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