I was my wife's lover, wasn't I? And the house was empty, wasn't it? A game... it had to be."Yes, Mistress," I replied.She got up from the bed, leavin...g the room and me still wanting. I heard the muffled sound of talking. There couldn't be anyone else. I was sure the house was empty. But if it was empty, then who was she talking to? I wished I wasn't blindfolded.The room suddenly became very cold and the game didn't feel so much like a game anymore. My helplessness and the situation I was in. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” moaned the girl, mortified. She had been about to share her joy with the cook, and now, she knew she was a few words from being jobless. “I couldn’t help myself.”The strength in Felicity that she had always depended on ... which had carried her though those first awful days at the company, and then the months that followed ... deserted her at that moment. Her eyes fell on the pan of cookies she had removed from the oven, and she picked up a cookie, changing it from hand to. It was only later that I found out she hadn’t read the instructions correctly, it said that on no account should alcohol be consumed within 24 hours of taking a pill. She took a pill just before we left home, we had a lovely dinner and the evening was going fine. That is until after she’d had two glasses of champagne. Suddenly she was just sitting there with a smile on her face and looking blankly into space. She was as high as a kite. Well this evening is over, I better go call a taxi and get. A couple of days later, I received the following message from her."Meet me at the Qdoba Mexican Grill in Bel Air at 2pm, Saturday, April 22."How nice of her to take for granted I had nothing else to do. For all she knew, I had a busy Earth Day planned. Her profile had no picture, so I had no idea who I would be meeting. I wasn't busy, and I figured, why not? Since my profile had a picture, I assumed she would introduce herself.I arrived at Qdoba a few minutes before 2. I got in line, and.