I walked out with my wallet purse that I had been carrying along with my small case and my go-cup for coffee.The driver loaded my case in the back whi...e I got in the backseat area to find the others as I had expected. I was the only one with coffee. There were sausage biscuits on a platter for anyone. I reached over and grabbed two to start. There were small paper plates and I used one. I saw squeeze bottles for mustard and other things. I used the mustard. I didn’t really care what the other. My fling with James hadn’t affected our marriage at all, I thought. I reconnected with James, though I made sure to keep it platonic at first. As time went on, we once again started getting closer.The next time Mike went away found me once again in James’s bed, this time for the duration of Mike’s trip.I was getting over-confident. I was having my cake and eating it, too. I had my loving husband whom I adored; when he was out of town I had James, and nobody was getting hurt.Then James decided. "Control. Supervision. Attention -- not the type you might think, but vigilance, maybe. You have to be able to understand that by taking, you give -- because you give us the opportunity TO give. Where you might think that anything you get from us is gravy and that if we don't give you something, it's no big thing because of what we DO give, the correct thing to do is to jump on us and have a fit because we're not giving one hundred percent. When you're paying attention and making demands and. You only have toask." was his reply.Perplexed I asked, "What are you talking about?"He let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll give you to the count of ten todecide, man or woman. The choice is yours. But like I said I know whatyou want."To say I was shocked by this offer would be putting it mildly. I wasmortified. I had been a closeted cross dresser since I was fifteen andhad worked hard to keep my secret from everyone. How had he found out?More over who was he? I did a quick visual search of the.