Cassi was a coworker of mine at the outpatient physical therapy clinic I work at. Well, technically, she's kind of my boss because she's a physical therapist, and I'm just a PTA (aka an assistant). But she usually worked at one of our sister locations, so when she did cover a shift at ours, she didn't pull rank on me. I noticed you weren't at the workout session this morning. Decide to pass on my offer? No worries, like I said before. I was just wondering." Cassi eyes widened and she held her hand up to her mouth. "Oh, Ian. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about it. I got busy last night helping Dan and Michael out with their homework, and it just slipped my mind. I do want to give it a try though. Here, I'm gonna set an alarm so I don't forget this time." But would I be able to do anything about it? The biggest problem was the fact that Cassi was happily married. I'd slept with married women before, but they had all been unhappy with their husbands. You never knew what someone's marriage was really like behind closed doors, and it was technically possible that Cassi and Joseph were having problems... but I doubted it. Cassi looked at me thoughtfully, putting her fork down from the salad she'd been eating. "Oh man. I have more hobbies than I have time for these days." She smiled wistfully as she turned her full attention to me. It was like she had just been waiting for someone to ask her that question.

To be honest, I was wearing very revealing clothes and torn tights. So I can't blame him. I could see out of the corner of my eye that something in his pants had grown bigger, and I always looked there, missing the whole movie. Suddenly, in the middle of the movie, it hit me: "Why don't I just give him what he wants? It would be so sexy. So I asked him. At first he was a little hesitant, but then he liked the idea. The next morning, I woke up early to arrive at the clinic at my promised time. Even as a PTA I had been working there long enough (and was seen as reliable enough) to have my own set of keys and alarm codes. My adrenaline was pumping as I waited eagerly to see if Cassi would show. I stared at her, still trying to decide if she was messing with me. "I'm sorry. I just can't picture Little-Miss-Innocent Cassi reading those kinds of stories. No offense, of course."

She also had put on some light makeup, and her slightly splotchy skin now looked smooth and flawless. Plus, she had done something with her eyeliner that made her blue eyes really stand out, in a piercingly attractive way. Ironic that the first time I'd seen her in makeup was on Casual Friday, but I wasn't complaining. They must have decided to sleep in this morning," I lied. "So, it's just you and me. But don't you worry, I'll have you so focused on the workout you won't even notice." And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.

Good looks are extremely helpful in getting women, for the confidence boost if nothing else, but they're not enough on their own. At least, not for my numbers. You also need to be able to connect with women; show interest in their interests; anticipate their turn-ons and turn-offs, understand what they want from sex, and so on. Experience and willingness to be turned down is also critical. I've had at least as many failures as successes, but I've learned how to deal with rejection. I mean, I dunno. I'd hate to leave home early and leave Joseph alone to get the kids ready for school. Plus, I'm used to working out at night." It happened a year ago when I was 18. My friend couldn't go to the movies with me, so I was alone, and I was sitting next to this old gentleman, he was wearing a very expensive perfume, it was driving me crazy, he was also looking at me very often and couldn't take his eyes off me.If things had gone differently, it was entirely possible I never even would have given Cassi a second thought. But then Casual Friday happened, and everything changed. Hey Cassi, I just realized I've known you for about a year now, and I still don't know much about you. I mean, I know about your church and family, but I mean you personally. Do you have any hobbies?"

Makes sense. For whatever it's worth, you look great in them. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get them from?" The fact that Cassi and I worked together--at least occasionally--also complicated things. As a rule, I tried to stay away from sleeping with coworkers, at least in jobs I liked. Several years ago, I'd had a bad experience after a fling with a coworker turned sour. I had to quit that job ultimately, and I swore to myself that I'd be much more careful in the future.The Macrons are unusual because they are still together, and apparently blissfully content. Is that because Brigitte allowed Emmanuel to spread his wings, and waited a decade before marrying him? Despite their protestations, we will never really know what happened there. Perhaps it is all clean and above board, but the fact remains that she was his teacher and he was her adolescent pupil. Seeing Cassi transform like this was an epiphany for me. If Cassi had been hiding herself physically like this, maybe there was more to her personality too than #faithandfamily. I decided to find out. But enough about me. Let me introduce you to the woman who would become my favorite partner: Cassi. I laughed. "Stephen King? The guy who wrote all those horror stories about killer clowns and killer dogs? You're pulling my leg, aren't you?" But the biggest secret to sleeping with lots of women is to broaden your standards. I'm thirty-two now, but when I was younger, I only wanted to sleep with 9s and 10s. That was fine for a while, but everything changed one night after I slept with a 6. I won't go into details now, but that night changed my life. At the time, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I couldn't believe how much this 6 had outshone the other objectively more attractive women. I thought maybe it was a one-off, but after a few more 6s, I realized it wasn't.