Linda and I have worked together for years. We’re both 34 and divorced.

Linda’s was recent, and I invited her to move in with me until she got back on her feet. I knew by my own experience that this would make the transition back to single life much easier for her.

I was out on a date one evening. It had been a while since I’d been with a man, and I had high hopes on this night. But my date turned out to be a total disaster; I headed home much earlier than anticipated. When I got back to the apartment it was dark, with the exception of the light in Linda’s bedroom. I heard cries of pleasure coming from the room. Apparently, Linda had anticipated a late night for me. I’d been encouraging her for months to start dating, and while I was happy she was finally taking advantage of having... Read More