I've warned you prior to you stepping in here. I'm quiet addictive. I'm that one person you can't resist, that one vice you can't seem to ditch. Your wife doesn't know. Yet. You and I are both aware, that this could change at any given moment, especially because I could just easily tell her. But for now I enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, when you are emerged in serving me, lured in, weak and completely enchanted by me and then I drop the “w” word. You had forgotten about her, hadn't you?