Jenny was hot for Roger. They were both nurses, and they were both married—to someone else. Jenny knew that the feeling was mutual; Roger had that sparkle in his eye whenever he saw her. He often grabbed Jenny’s hand and pulled her aside to talk to her privately about something that was quite unimportant. They frequently gave each other shoulder massages. It was only a matter of time, Jenny figured.

“You’d better be careful,” Carol said. “You don’t think anyone has noticed the two of you? It’s not like you’re being very secretive.” Carol was Jenny’s coworker and best friend.

“Well, we don’t have anything to be secretive about,” Jenny replied. “We’re not doing anything, so we don’t have to be careful about anything.”

“Who are you kidding? You’ve told me plenty of times how hot you think Roger is. What are you going to do when he gets tired of just flirting? You won’t be able to resist. And then, the fun will be over sooner than you think. You could both end up getting divorced. And then, even if you married each other, how could you trust each other, since both of you would be cheaters?”

Jenny told Carol that her imagination was out of control. Nothing was going to happen. Just then, Carol saw Roger walking toward them. He quietly came up behind Jenny and gave her a big, tight hug. Jenny grinned broadly. Carol rolled her eyes and walked away.