Losing my job for deviant behavior should’ve been a wake-up call. Instead, the thrill of lying to my husband about the cause of my termination and getting away with it was like smoking my first joint.
The high was amazing. But, soon, I was jonesing for another risqué adventure.
My husband had installed a camera in our backyard in case of intruders. But I had plans to catch something far more interesting on film with my neighbor in our pool…