Arriving at their town home, I was greeted by Tyler who advised Samantha would be getting updates on our night and was looking forward to playing this... weekend. Their home was impeccable and had the scent of lavender, it didn't strike me as a bachelor pad or home to a serial killer, so I was thinking this might be a good thing. Tyler showed me several explicit and XXX rated pictures of Samantha on his computer.After a few beers, our conversation had started to turn sexual. I learned the things. It's all my fault." "It might not be yours," referring to the fact that she had had sex with his father on the same day as a precaution. He looked at him mother incredulously and said, "Yeah, right." "It's possible." Her face showed that she didn't believe it either. "What are we going to do?" "I already have an appointment with a good friend of mine who is a doctor. I was going to get a prescription for the pill. Now I guess the conversation will be a little different." "What if it is mine.... I immediately checked my phone. Nothing. I showered, dressed and went to work, but not before driving by the salon. My wife's car was still there. I then drove by Tanya and James' house. It looked quiet. i was temped to knock on the door, but decided better. I went to work and tried to stay busy.At 1:00pm on Monday, I called my wife's office. Her assistant answered her line."Hey Angie" i said, truing to sound upbeat, "Is my wife available?" Uh..." Angie sounded a bit confused, "Your wife called. My first story was on vibrators. I read a lot, poached a bit and even road tested a few samples I 'forgot' to return. Next I wrote about gentlemen's clubs. I spoke to the girls about their work and learnt to both strip and lap dance. I researched Tantric sex. My boyfriend complained that repeatedly counting to seven disrupted his concentration and personal pleasure. I sulked; he sulked; then he became my ex-boyfriend.It was the Monday after we made our split formal that Jan wanted to tell me.