He wanted me to come to his house more often, even during my work day. Maybe I could come over on my lunch hour, was his suggestion to me. That was a time when his wife sometimes did her grocery shopping, or ran errands. He said we could just chat a while as I ate my sack lunch, and then I could head back to work.
He said he enjoyed my company.... that we had such interesting conversations... that he was lonely... that I brightened his day. One day he came up with a new idea... Maybe I could drop over after work, before I headed home to my own family.
He kept looking for ways to bring us together. But he wanted our time to be just for the two of us, not including his wife. He wanted exclusive rights, so to speak.
It finally got to the point where, as per his instructions, I would drive by his home. If his car was there, then his wife was home, and I was supposed to drive on . But if the car was gone, his wife was out, and he encouraged me to stop by for a visit. This made me feel so sneaky. The guilt, when I did as he asked, was terrible... and yet... I found it so difficult to go against his wishes. It became so important to please him. The thought of not doing as he directed was frightening.
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