It wasn’t long before several approaches came through the Illicit Affairs website too. Again, most were simply appalling; some of the men couldn’t...possibly be married – no women would ally herself with such morons - but there were enough genuine and attractive looking married men for me to begin conversations, all the time posing as the blonde Fiddler’s Fancy.*For the next few weeks, I continued the evening’s ‘naked blonde’ parade whenever Jackie was away but now, instead of simply sneaking out. I usually have like twenty texts by the time I get to town because I live in the middle of nowhere, so I ignored it. I will check it later, I thought to myself. I went to the recycling machines and started to put the cans into one of the machines dripping old sticky soda on my hand, the one drawback to recycling cans. I ignored the soda on my hand, knowing that I would wash my hands when I was done. I got the cans done and pressed the receipt button and decided to take a break since I still. I opened it to find Cameron looking great. She had on a pair of khaki cargo pants, and a gold silk blouse. She was wearing lipstick, and her hair was swept up in a bun. There was something different about her that I couldn't put my finger on right away. Finally, I got it."Did you change your hair color?" I asked after greeting her."Yes, she said. I did in early December." Cameron's hair was naturally brown, but since we'd started high school she had been dying it a very pale blonde, almost. "No, I swear you left it open" He said to me somewhat scared, but also aroused.I looked at him, trying to keep the act going. I was a horrible actor, so I grabbed a towel and began to dry myself off, but also made sure it didn’t obstruct his view for very long. Mike was frozen like a deer in the headlights. My parents still wouldn’t be home forawhile, so I stepped out of the bathroom without putting any cloths on. I moved rightpast my Brother as his eyes stayed focused on my body."What are.