I did not hear from Anna again until Sunday evening, almost 48 hours since I left her apartment. I was starting to wonder if I was going to hear from her again. When the message finally arrived, there was a collection of new photos attached and a note that read as follows: “Good evening, Bart, I have attached some new photos for you. First, there is a group of four, with me modeling a sexy black bra; then a group of two,...

I heard the door close behind me as I stepped out into the street. It was just after midnight on a Friday. I somehow found my car even though my mind was still back in that apartment. On the drive home, I reflected on the events of the past two weeks, feeling both sadness that I would not see Anna again and, to be honest, somewhat relieved that I would not. It had been three months since my divorce was finalized, ending f...