I worked at a campground in the early 90s. I’d been married for 20 years and never strayed once. I dealt with nearly every camper who came through. I had flirted at times but never seriously. One weekend in the late fall I had to deal with a dissatisfied customer. I was able to come to a compromise with her. Her name was Jane. The negotiations seemed more like flirting than a business transaction. She and her husband were...