Before I got into management with the company where I work, I was in sales for over 20 years. So I spent my life in airports and airplanes, flying all over. During my travels I played around a lot. Like, a WHOLE lot. I had women -- all ages, all races, all sizes, all marital statuses, all degrees of filthiness -- waiting for me all over the country whenever I came to their town, and I f***** them all. But toward the end of my air travel days I met a flight attendant about my age. She knew I was married (most of my other flings had no f****** clue that I had a family; most of them didn't even know my real name), and I knew she was, too. We started an affair, certain it was just going to be a physical relationship, because the s** was really incredible. However, it gradually grew into something more deep and lasting. Then, six years ago, she turned up pregnant (she thought she couldn't get pregnant any more, so we'd stopped using birth control), her third child, born 12 years after the previous one. The baby was mine, although for now, she and I are the only ones who know that. But next year, when my youngest child by my wife will leave home for college, I'm going to divorce my wife and move Ileana here to be my wife, and we will raise our child together. I look forward to that every day. I miss her and I reeeeeeeally miss the great s**. We only see each other now about twice a month.