Having a cover story for meeting Squishy in real life wasn’t difficult. One of my hobbies is flipping collectibles on eBay, so my then-wife was used to me chasing down stuff I saw advertised on craigslist or going to thrift stores looking for treasure. So being gone for an afternoon wasn’t suspicious. And I made sure to always come home with a bunch of stuff, even if it was stuff I had found a few days earlier and left in the trunk. Now that I know she was banging the dude she’s currently married to I can see why she never seemed to resent the time I spent on my hobby. No biggie. I won’t demand a nobility of her that I myself did not possess.
Squishy and I arranged to meet one Saturday morning. By this time we had been sexting for about 3 months. I parked a block away and approached her door after she texted me to let me know that she was home from her jog. She had a big beautiful house with a large flower garden and peony bushes. She also had a porch swing, and I regret that in all our trysts we never spent any time on it.