Migrating from social circle to social circle, I kept life interesting by shaking up the casts. There wasn’t anything sneaky about it or even, really, cynical. I genuinely liked people. I also enjoyed them in a variety.

And people generally liked me — especially the married women in any given group. It almost never failed that one or two would be giving me the eye, and eventually they would corner me somewhere.

That proved true at a recent barbecue, when Melinda maneuvered me away from the other guests. She was a striking woman with lovely eyes and a sexy figure. And a ring on her finger. Her husband was named Mac. I’d met him. He seemed like a nice guy. The husbands always seemed to be nice guys.

“Tell me, Jim,” Melinda purred. That was just how she spoke. She held a... Read More