It was an end to yet another out of town trip – the plane ride home would take one hour and 45 minutes. I really hated this part of my job because it took me away from home where I felt most comfortable. When I arrived at the airport, the power was down so everything had to be done manually. No problem – I was just happy to be on my way home. As I entered the departure lounge, I immediately noticed the shapely silhouette of a woman who, I swear, could have just jumped out of the cover of a magazine. Her skin was as pale as snow. Her figure suggested she could have been a model. The way she carried herself told me she wasn’t someone you’d find just anywhere. My first impression was that she could have very well been a mistress (as against a wife) of a congressman or tycoon. Feeling the very strong attraction, I did the exact opposite of what my male senses wanted me to do. I looked for the farthest seat in the lounge and took my place there. Like I said, I was just happy to be going home. It was all and well until boarding time and I found myself seated right next to (who else but) her. For a full ten minutes or so, I fidgeted with everything in front of me – the in-flight magazine, the earphones, the safety instructions – the barf bag. All the while, I was asking myself – Is God testing me? I had been married for seven years then and, while I had started to appreciate the beauty of other women, I had never been with one other than my wife. Finally, I decided that I should at least talk to her since we were seated right next to each other. I realized that in this big world full of hundreds of millions of peoples, we may never ever cross paths again after this chance encounter. After a shaky self-introduction, we got off to a good exchange about where we hailed from, our work and our family lives. I learned that Catherine was a senior provincial officer from a southern province and she was traveling to do some business at central office. I found out that she had teenage children but that she was separated from her husband who was having problems with substance abuse. I was 30 and she was 38 then. I told her that I taught in a university and about being married and having two beautiful children. I was very open about how attached I was to them and how dedicated I was to my family. It was then that I confided to her that I had no regrets about marrying early (I married at 23) except on the few occasions when I met a woman as beautiful and physically attractive as her. After her initial surprise, she quietly thanked me for the compliment. We went silent for a while and there was a danger that the direction the conversation took would have left us that way for the rest of the trip. I gathered the courage to restart the conversation by asking her if she found me attractive. I wasn’t in my best shape. I had gained several pounds over the years and I was wearing an unkempt mustache and so I wasn’t really confident with myself. After hesitating a bit, she told me she did. I then asked her if she wanted to spend a couple of hours alone with me after the plane landed. She looked at me with her light brown eyes searchingly – as if asking me if I was not just joking or leading her on. I was already committed so I held my ground and just stared into her eyes. Finally, she reached for an airline napkin, wrote something on it and handed it to me. It read: ‘Are you clean?’ I borrowed her pen and – with hands trembling a bit perhaps from the adrenaline – I wrote ‘Absolutely’. After reading it, she looked away and stared at the seat in front of her. I waited a while to allow her to gather her thoughts before silently calling her attention and asking ‘Do you’? Again, I got a long searching look before she gave me a nod and looked away. I took her hand and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze. That was my first experience with another woman. I found out that it was also her first experience with another man. This is one of the most unforgettable experiences in my life.