Nothing was wrong. The work day went fine, everything was great at home, and I was generally happy. I didn't feel like going home that day, though, so I stopped off at a seedy bar for one drink. One drink turned to four strong ones, and soon a blonde in a short black dress with heavy make-up and a ring in her nose sat down beside me. I had drink number five and ordered one for her. Before she finished it, she was stroking my leg, and I felt a different kind of excitement. We stumbled to my car, and I gave her the be quiet signal while I dialed home to tell my wife I'd be working late.