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Meeting My Literary Agent’s Campaign Manager Became Love, Lust, and Unlimited Desire.
“Oh Sandra, what did you do to me that day on the telephone?” That was the question I asked myself after she called. Her accent had a hint of Southern Europe with more New York, but she was so effusive, expressive, full-on flattery as her other colleague had been. I figured it was part of their sales training and laughed openly aloud. My wife of 40+ years was in the room so I couldn’t respond how I wanted to. It has often been like that at home, my marriage gave up on the physical long ago, we are friends that have grown old together. She’s been a great mother and proud grandmother these days. I’m just an old foolish romantic, probably a sex maniac, but not ready to give up on my masculinity yet. My wife commented that I sounded like a silly teenager as I spoke to her, maybe that was the effect she had even then.
My life over the previous 20 plus years has been one of travel for work. I lived in places many people wouldn’t even go to, and I even had a mistress in Thailand for 13 years who lived in a house I bought on the proceeds of my offshore company and deals that were borderline on the legality. Consequently, I got hit by the big financial crash and lost my attempts at an international property empire in one go. I had many affairs on my travels, loved every one of those women, and most still talk…
