My affair with Katie that had been interrupted by her third pregnancy recommenced when she surprised me by going down on me in her van parked outside a crowded cafe in the middle of the afternoon — as her youngest child sat in his car seat right behind us. This was harlotry at its best, but not the sort of thing I wanted to repeat with the son around. You can read the details in my last post.
So Katie and I were off to the races again, and began meeting in our usual hotel and my office when we were both able. Or so I thought. I soon found out — actually she told me — that she was hooking up with other men, even on days when I wanted to get with her again.
I need to say something about my mental state at this time. This was 2009, and the Great Recession was well underway. We had also had a change in leadership at work and the new guy made all kinds of bad decisions that put the Texas office at risk. Other offices had already been shut down, and we were tottering on the brink. I was deeply concerned about my financial future.