I am a 29-year-old career woman working for a Fortune 500 company, and I have been married to a wonderful man for the past four years.

Part of my job is to travel one week a month to conduct audits at our various company offices. On my last trip, Frank, my usual partner on these journeys, was on vacation, so a woman named Amanda was assigned to go in his place. Normally, of course, Frank and I each had a hotel room of our own on these trips; but for Amanda and me, the company thought it sufficient to book us one room with two beds.

Amanda was an attractive divorcée a couple of years older than me, with a friendly, outgoing personality that made her a lot of fun to work with. She was a rather tall woman with sandy blonde hair cut rather short, twinkly blue eyes, long legs and a curvy, well-kept figure.