Chapter 4: A Married Man’s Issues

I left first and sat in my car out in the parking lot waiting for them to leave. They soon appeared and piled in a minivan which then sped off in the direction of the theaters. So far so good. I followed them until they turned off into the road to the theater complex and I continued down the road. The address was on the same road I was on which made it easy.

It wasn’t too far before I saw the right house number on a mailbox and turned into the concrete driveway. It was a large two-story colonial type of house, typical upper-middle class. The guy wasn’t a millionaire but he apparently was doing well. I parked off to the side next to a basketball hoop. I debated going inside but there was no way I was going to go THAT far. Who knows what trouble I could get into? I left the engine running as it was a bit cold outside and I took out his card and dialed him up on my cell phone.

“Hello?” a male voice answered.

“I’m here,” was all I said.

“Cool! I’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” he said, “Look I’m not some pervert or anything ... really.”

Well, THAT remained to be seen. I just said OK and hung up. About two minutes later headlights lit up my car as he pulled in and the garage door opened. There was the usual junk, bikes, riding mower, etc. He got out of the van and I decided to go for it so I turned off the engine and got out of my car as well.

“Hurry up!” he said motioning for me to get in the garage “The neighbors might be watching.”

That didn’t seem too likely given the distance between houses but then you never knew I guess. As soon as I was in the garage he closed the door behind me. Well, now what? In a way I felt trapped as from this point onward there was no quick escape. The thought crossed my mind that nobody I knew had even the slightest idea where I was! This had all the makings of a cheap TV horror movie and we all know what happens to the slutty girls. Then again, it might turn out to be something to make my diary!

It didn’t really matter as I was committed from this point. He opened the door to the house and we entered the kitchen through a laundry room. I had to give his bitchy wife credit, the home was quite neat, if not immaculate, and presented a general air of reasonable wealth without being rich. He turned on the lights and we faced each other in the kitchen.

“I really can’t believe I’m doing this,” he started out with a bit of a stammer. “You’ve got to understand, I’ve never done ANYTHING like this before.”

“Oh yeah, and the check’s in the mail,” I thought to myself.

Then again, he seemed genuinely sincere about it so who knows, maybe he was telling the truth. I wasn’t ready to believe it yet although I had to admit he was putting on a great act if he was lying. I just stood there silently, waiting for him to go on and he soon did.

“Look, my job’s a hassle, the wife hates sex, my son’s a brat - as you’ve seen, and my daughter ... well I think the little princess tolerates me but only barely.”

He paused as if to gauge my reaction. I’ve heard the same sob story a hundred times so I just shifted my weight to my other foot with my arms crossed and waited for him to continue which he did.

“I’ve considered having an affair but I’ve always been afraid of getting caught. I can’t afford to leave my wife and I love my kids - despite everything, but a guy has needs!”

After this long rant he paused as if to see if I was going to just walk out but instead I uncrossed my arms, stepped up closer to him and took his hand in mine.

“It’s OK,” I said softly in a caring tone, “You can tell me everything.”

He appeared almost desperate as he looked me in the eyes and continued in a voice that shook with emotion. Geeze, was he going to cry?