When Friday finally came, I was a wreck. I decided to take off early. First of all, I couldn't concentrate. Second, I wanted to make sure I would be there to help Jennifer get ready for her...I didn't know what to call it: her date? her encounter? her affair? The plan was simple. She told Dan she'd meet him at a local hotel bar at about 7:00. They'd have drinks, flirt a bit, flirt a bit more, then, if all went well, they'd go up to the room she booked. She'd gotten the hotel room, she'd explain, because we'd just painted the house and the fumes made her nauseous. She'd...