I couldnt believe it—I was having my first affair!
It had begun so simply, so unexpectedly, that the sheer driving energy of events had scooped me up, and carried me along with it as if I were a mere pawn, with no control over my own destiny. I had been in a bar, having an innocent drink, waiting for a train to take me home, when all of a sudden, without knowing exactly how, for the first time in my life, I had gotten picked up by a tall, blonde-haired man.
And now I was alone with this strange man, a man Ive known for less than an hour, and I was in his room with him: a twenty-eight year old woman, married eight years, and this handsome man I knew only as Adam was kissing me on the lips. And what was even stranger, even more disconcerting, was that I was kissing him back.