Kara was a community do-gooder. A forty-five-year-old divorced single mom of two teenage girls. She ran her own business and volunteered for a non-profit that supported social service programs in the community. She was short, busty, pretty, and spicy in her personality. I was a local precinct commander for the police department. At forty-seven, I still had my college baseball playing build from my daily workout regimen. O...

After our encounter in the park, Kara and I tried to find time for a second hookup. But, with our crazy work schedules and our commitments with our respective kids, the timing was never right. Then, out of the blue, about a month later, on a Sunday, Kara texted, “Hey, my kids will be with their Dad this Thursday night. Any, chance you can find time?” I checked my calendar and canceled a Friday morning meeting. I texted ba...

It had been about two months since Kara and the Commander had their getaway. Since that time, they were able to meet up for a few quickie sex sessions after a few community meetings. These were always in a car, in an isolated location, to avoid anyone from the community finding out about their relationship. The Commander received a phone call from a national policing organization of which he was a member. Apparently, one...