I'm waiting by the doorway of the hotel suite's bedroom. I can hear the electronic key card sliding and unlocking the door. My lover enters the room after a long day of work and a two hour drive to our secret place. He gives me the shy smile I have come to adore, as he places his suit jacket on the chair. I'm dressed in lingerie he bought me a month ago and sent to my work. He can't send it home to me; my husband, nor his...