On his way home to his estate and young wife, after a night of drunken revelry at a Padua brothel, her husband had fallen into one of the many waterco...rses in the area, and drowned.I received the impression her widowhood was not unwelcome.She took over the running of her husband’s business, and soon acquired a wide knowledge of the trade links between Venice, the Levant, and the Balkans.She eventually sold the estate, and put the money into a consortium of successful Merchant Venturers based in. I took my diary from my inside jacket pocket and readied my pen. I was leafing through to Sylvia Harper and stopped in my tracks. Right before getting to "Harper", there was "Hammerstein". My jaw dropped. Chantelle has my boss' number? Noted on the small cardboard page was 'S's boss'. Added in a different colour was 'R's too'. I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I flicked over one page and there was Sylvia's home number... and her office number, and her cell. Hmmm. I jotted down the numbers. I was a 29 year old married white guy. I thought that I was satisfied being a heterosexual. My wife and my sex life weren’t great, but between working and life’s distraction we were both satisfied or so I thought. I was about to have a life changing experience that would forever change me and probably affected my marriage and my life from then on. My wife and I had no c***dren and her job required her to go out of town quite frequently for almost a week at a time some time. I had worked all day. I think he and I were both feeling a bit sleep deprived from our evening of debauchery; Robert with his with his stepmother, me with my stepbrother, the previous day. We needed a night off and some extra sleep. Sunday brunchRobert and I woke Sunday morning, well rested and feeling good. We met Cindy and Gary for brunch at eleven thirty on Sunday morning. We chatted over Bloody Mary's and mimosas. Cindy thanked me profusely for make her last two nights so memorable, first with Robert, and.