Hey, Harry. Scoot over, would you?

Oh, hi Del. Caught the early train home for once, eh?

Yeah, they can’t keep me tied down forever. And what about you sneaking out early, you sly dog? And what’s with the laptop and earbuds? After hours work?

Ah, no, Del. Just some stupid song someone sent me. Some teenybopper thing. One of those things that gets in your head, you know?

Right. Tell me about it. So who sent it to you? Some teenybopper?

Oh, no, just someone.

Ha, that sounds suspicious. You’re smiling. Come on, Harry, fess up. Give me the goods.

It’s no big deal, really. There’s this woman—

Aha! A woman! I knew it. Who is she?

Just someone. A nice girl.

I knew you’d meet a nice girl someday. Mary and I were just talking about that the other night.

You were?

Yeah, we’re concerned about you, old boy. You can’t stay a bachelor for ever.

I know. I know.

So who’s this girl? Have I met her?

See that’s the problem. She’s married.

Ah. Well, that’s no good.

I know. But I can’t get her out of my head. Just like the song.

And she feels the same way about you?

I think so. I mean based on some of the emails she’s sent me.

What does she say?

Oh, you know. The usual stuff.

Well, I don’t know. I’ve been happily married for five years now, give or take. So what kind of stuff does she write you in these emails?

She says she thinks I’m hot. She says just thinking about me turns her on.

Go on.

She tells me how wet she gets when she thinks about me. How she touches herself imagining it’s me touching her and...

And what?

And she thinks about me fucking her. About me making her come.

Wow, that is hot.

Yeah.

Have you ever actually touched her?

Um, yeah, a little.

What do you mean a little?

Well, we kissed.

Yeah.