J., I wish I had slept with you. I know that you wanted to fuck me, judging by how you would do things like take my hand under the table at staff meetings, making sure I got a good view of your legs (they are gorgeous), stop short so I would run into your nice, tight ass with my prick, when you put your arms around my neck as I met you at lunch, the one kiss we had, and how you said in our last phone conversation how you thought about me a lot. Why didn't I go after you? I didn't have a regular job, you were married and in the same situation, work-wise. We couldn't have lived on sex, sweetheart. Did I want to fuck you? Yes, but I felt you wanted more, and I didn't. Did it matter to me that you were married? No, I've slept with married women more than a few times, but what they wanted was sex only, and I was content with that. You wouldn't have been.