I was 26 at the time. I got into a sexual relationship with my boss, actually my boss' boss. This caused a lot of problems at work because he didn't care and everyone knew that he was having an affair with me. We never did anything at work, but after work he took me out to places in town and it was an open relationship. His car was at my apartment in the morning. At that time the affair was very active with sex of one kind or another almost every day. I couldn't get enough and he couldn't get enough. Really it was out of hand and much of what I did in those days still causes me embarrassment. But nothing was off limits to him.

He reconciled with his wife and one of her conditions was that I be set aside. I wasn't, he and I stayed in our affair. We just didn't go out in public. I had moved to this house with a garage, he had a garage door opener and would hide his car in the garage. That doesn't mean that my neighbors didn't see him come and go.

One day his wife came to my house. She didn't pretend that it was a surprise, she found all kinds of stuff that belonged to him. She didn't take anything, she left it where she found it. She asked me how many years our affair had gone on, not counting, but how many years? She said she remembered when he first started seeing me, but now I was 30 and he was 55. Was I going to be there when he was 89?

We talked about a lot of things, some about sex. She told me of their youth, when he was on her all the time. Sort of what it was like when he and I first started seeing each other. We had that in common. Those memories. We shared those memories, laughed at those memories. She is all ok with me. That is what she came to tell me. She is ok with me. Life would be less fun. We have that in common, a dirty old man.