My 33-year-old wife Sue is a flight attendant for a major airline. Her current schedule has her flying out to St. Louis in the early morning, about a three-hour trip, and then returning in the afternoon, which gets her home around six in the evening. Once in a while she is forced to layover in St. Louis on account of bad weather, or a mechanical problem.

One night about a month ago, while Sue was in the bathtub, I was looking for our checkbook in order to pay some bills. When I couldn’t find it I went to look in Sue’s purse, which she had left on the hall table, to see if it was there, and I was surprised to find a package of birth control pills hidden in a side compartment. Since I had had a vasectomy several years earlier, I couldn’t see any reason for further protection — unless she was fucking... Read More