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for Cait his marriage proposal was a dream come true. Caitlin Gaffney from Omaha would live on the best street in town. Logan’s parents gave them the house they were still living in eight years later as a wedding present. Maybe it wasn’t the biggest house in the area but it was the one she knew that all the neighbors envied, with a large, heated, in-the-ground pool, a built-in sauna and spa, five bedrooms, and a sumptuous living area created by the best decorator in New York City.
    Sex. It hadn’t gotten any better and in the last year it had deteriorated significantly, until now they didn’t make love at all. Even back when they had, it had inevitably been unsatisfying. She used to slip out of bed after Logan was asleep and masturbate in the bathroom.
    Then, several months earlier, she’d discovered the Internet. With her new screen name, Loverlady214, she began to prowl. At first, the goings-on were merely a curiosity. Four-letter words flying everywhere, as if by saying fuck and cunt and pussy often enough it made everyone a stud. All the guys were supposedly twenty-five and muscular, all the women were twenty-five and a 34DD. Looking down at her 36B chest was depressing. However, in the anonymous world of the Internet, she didn’t have to be her real self. She could be anyone she wanted to be and Loverlady214 became twenty-five with long raven hair and a large chest.
    It soon became addictive. She lurked, staying in the background, and sometimes getting turned on by a snippet of conversation. She’d gone to private rooms from time to time, but had logged off when things went too far. But “too far” had gotten farther each time.
    Several months before, as she watched two people discuss what they’d do if they were together, she had slipped her fingers between her legs, and when the talk got hot enough, she’d climaxed. It had been wonderful, and anonymous. She didn’t need Logan, or anyone. It was legal, moral, and so exciting. She wasn’t cheating on Logan since there was no real contact. Cheating for her had never been a viable option, although when things had reached their dullest, she’d actually considered it. No, she admonished herself often, she wasn’t like that, but she needed something and this might just be it. The ’Net filled her bill.
    One afternoon while Logan was at work, she had logged on as usual and had been invited into a private room by a guy named JaketheSSSnake. When she lied and told him she’d never actually climaxed on-line before, they’d spent a delicious fifteen minutes driving each other higher and higher. She’d climaxed so violently that she’d been unable to type for several minutes. He’d laughed and signed off. Now she spent most of her at-home time on the computer. She’d researched ways to keep her activities secret by wiping any bits of data and cookies, whatever those were, from her hard drive, and she had purchased a program that did so each time she logged off. She was sure Logan was unaware of what she was doing, and she wasn’t sure whether he’d care anyway.
    Lost in thought, Cait pulled into the three-car garage and was surprised that she’d been so distracted that she had to touch the brakes. “Hi, honey,” Logan said, striding into the garage. He was tall, dark, and thick. That was the only way she’d ever described him. His body was well-developed but tended to be straight up and down, with wide hips and narrow shoulders. His dark hair was combed straight back and carefully razor-cut, his moustache and beard neatly trimmed every week by a barber. He wore tennis whites, and she had to admit, didn’t look half bad.
    â€œHi, hon.” He grabbed her as she climbed out of her car and gave her a bear hug, then rubbed his bristly moustache over her cheek. “How’s my girl?”
    â€œI’m good, Logan,” she said, combing her fingers through her