He had no sign of a beer gut, despite the fact that she had never seen him without a can in his hand. His name was Nick and he was a lazy waste of a h...man being. He and his redneck buddies worked construction and had been laid off with all the rain and the recent housing slump. He seemed perfectly content to let his girlfriend support his lazy ass and their two year old son working ten hours as a waitress six days a week. Monique had read the file several times, Jennfier wasn't the only girl he. “How old is he? Good looking?” I asked.“He’s probably in his mid-forties. Yeah, he’s handsome, and yes I enjoyed him – a lot. He’s the kind of guy I imagined and hoped to have as a client. Oh, one more little thing. Yes, he knows I’m married… and he gave me five-thousand dollars for the night.”My jaw dropped open. He’d more than tripled her fee! Michelle had started her escort service for two reasons: She wanted to make money, and she loves sex. Obviously, she’d accomplish both if she accepted. I could feel him getting harder underneath his jeans. I felt safe. I knew that he wanted me. Feeling him yearning for me, I accepted that for some crazy reason, he wanted me. I felt a warm rush of juices between my legs, my body wanted him as much as my heart did but I couldn’t give in to him, I’d only known him a few hours. We finished our tour of Dublin holding hands and softly kissing each other. It was perfect, but it couldn’t last forever. I had to go home to get some sleep before another. You have let me down and you must make amends.”For the next six weeks, no further calls were made on my ‘handyman’ skills. I had obviously blown it with the lady next door! Despite this, my wife continued to visit Jennifer and began joining her on shopping trips.Jennifer appeared to have taken Caroline ‘under her wing’ as something of a project. The next thing I discovered was that my beloved was enrolled as a member of an exclusive gym, frequented by her new friend. I was sure the fees would.