Dear Steve and Shirley, I'm in the most trifling phase of my life, but it took the last incident to shake some sense into me. I was with the married guy that I deal with occasionally. He told me to stop by to get some money. So I went by his house while his wife was having dinner with her parents. I have my Lyft driver drive by the restaurant so I can make sure her car was still there. I went into the back door of the house and he greeted me in his underwear. He took them off and I had to earn the money. I love stuff like that, so I told my Lyft driver not to wait for me. We had sex on the floor and it was magnificent. He gave me five hundred dollars cash and I was headed out when we heard the garage door going up............................................