Overtime, overtime, overtime again today. …I know that's a lie. I pretend not to notice, and simply spend each day peacefully so as not to cause any trouble. …That boy told me he loved me, even though my husband didn't pay any attention to me. I feel his body temperature for the first time in a long time, and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. "I'm going to clean the bathroom," he says, winking at me, our secret password. Our indiscriminate, intense carnal desires, seeking each other out of sight of no one. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but before I knew it, there was no going back.