No, his wife has no idea who I am. This is my first affair, and with it I broke a decade-old rule of mine:to never get involved with a coworker, and certainly not with a married one. But, as an old Spanish saying goes, " he who doesn't like soup will swallow three cups full". Thing is, it was four months after my boyfriend-almost-fiance had left me, and I was still broken-hearted. My sisters and my friends were insistent on bust implants as a way to get someone else, since I am small-sized. But I refused that. Anyway, ,my self-esteem was at an all times low score that first day when I slept with Raoul. We have known each other for a decade, and while he pursued me since we met, and he was still single I always knew he was a Cassanova. This time, he was adamant; he desired to sleep with me. Flattered at being pursued by a younger man ( 6 yrs!) I agreed. And he spent time on that troublesome part of my anatomy viewed as a fault by sisters and friends alike. Three months later, he had a one-night-stand with someone I don't know, I overheard him bragging with the guys about that. Raoul noticed I had heard, and two days later he phoned to say the magic phrase..."I love you". Yeah, right. But I never thought this would go beyond that afternoon, and certainly not a love declaration. He is married, and after his words I began to crave more. The article gave me the right perspective. I'll try to enjoy the ride and surround my heart with seven walls. Why absentminded? Because, had I been my usual serious, porcupine self, right now I wouldn't be a mistress, technically speaking. If I keep my heart safe, we'll still have a cordial relationship as colleagues whenever the affair ends.
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