My Wife’s Best Friend_(1)
Ever since I’d met Melissa at the local community college six years before, I’d known she had a crush on me. Back then, I was twenty-six and she was eighteen. I’d only been married to Natalie for a year and, well, I’ve always gotten along better with the ladies than the guys, so I’d developed a friendship with Melissa. She’d make a point of constantly flirting with me, brushing up against me, staring into my eyes without blinking, the common things. When she found out I was married she seemed disappointed, making a comment about how “the good ones are always taken.” But she didn’t stop her flirtations. She even made sure that we were in the same classes together the following semester. I probably should have done something to stop the girl, of course, …