Betrayal

Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 8:43 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Hello HFG,

How are you today?  I am really looking forward to seeing you tonight.  It is going to be a very long day in the meantime.

Reservation Confirmation # 3487626083.

Love,

Me

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Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 9:17 AM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Good morning Kevin:

What a gloriously sunny day! I hope the ACs aren't acting up : ) I called the hotel and it sounds like I can't just mention the confirmation number and get a key. They want personal information. So, I'll just wait for you at the bar. Either find me there and I'll trail you upstairs or text me the room number and I'll come up.

I can't wait to see you. No talking when we first meet, OK? Just kissing.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOOOOOO

HFG

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Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 9:42 AM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Good morning HFG,

Groping is ok too, right?  I will text you when I get there.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Me

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Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 10:40 AM

From: Claudia Bonn@ XXXX.XXX

To: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

Yes, some groping is ok, a lot of groping is even better : )

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Tue, Aug 21, 2012 at 12:00 PM

From: K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX

To: Claudia Bonn@ XXXXX.XXX

Ok good because I want to get my hands on you.  I need to engage all of my senses.  It is the best way to enjoy you and that awesome body of yours. 

See you soon HFG.

 

The Waldorf

 

 

Kevin neither told me to close my Ashley Madison account, nor closed his own. As our romance heated up, I simply assumed that he had abandoned it, allowing it to atrophy. But for some reason, that Tuesday early afternoon, I went on the site and looked for his profile. It was still active. It looked like he had recently sent a couple of virtual gifts to someone or someones. I posed as a type he likes,--petit, long hair, Middle Eastern, uploaded a woman's photo I had swiped from a Pakistani marriage site, and began to exchange emails with him under my assumed identity. I watched my own mail box remain empty as he put his energies into a new seduction, now calling another woman gorgeous. I felt as if someone was squeezing my heart in his fist until it would stop beating. As the time of our rendezvous approached, I dressed. A pair of form-fitting black shorts and a black T-shirt that said on the front, "Next Stop" and on the back, "Habana." I had designed it once Obama was elected, and was particularly proud of how it had turned out. I went to The Waldorf as we had planned. Kevin opened the door. It was a sumptuous suite with a fully loaded mini-bar in the living room. He told me how hot I looked. I thanked him. I was friendly, and told him that the occasion called for Champagne. In my anger, I wanted to stick him with as large of a bill as possible. Also, I liked the irony of "celebrating" our break-up. It was a reminder of how quickly joy can turn to pain; just leave out the Cham. I sipped the cold bitter bubbles, and told him what I knew.