I swore I could keep that secret, but than she appeared. Candi. The girl that said she wouldn’t bother me again, then showed up with pictures.
It might have been my fault. I wasn’t that drunk when she threw herself at me.
The wife and I were fighting about the same shit we always do. Nothing major, just small, little shit. But it was still annoying, and I left the house pissed. I guess those beers didn’t do anything for my mood till she Candi came along.
I had two choices, and neither were good. Tell my wife about Candi, and risk my marriage. Or squeal on my boss and possibly go to jail. How was I supposed to know she was working as a spy for our competitor?
I reckon I got off easy. Eighteen months isn’t that long. And Candi said she’ll wait for me.