The next morning I left extra early for work. After a couple of hours, I told the boss I wasn't feeling well and was heading home. I arrived at a park two blocks from my home just before 10; Lindsay was waiting.
I took one look at the girl and I knew the plan would work. She had dressed in a smart, conservative, business suit. Her hair was pulled back and was tight in a bun. I gave Lindsay the case of sex toys and the micro-transmitter I had purchased in the electronics store. We tested it; it worked perfectly. Lindsay drove to my home and parked in front. I parked around the corner about 100 feet away. It was well within the range of the transmitter.
Lindsay walked to the front door and rang the bell. My wife answered. "Hi, my name is Lindsay and I'm doing graduate research for my doctoral degree. I'm studying fantasy and fulfillment. You were randomly selected by computer as a potential subject. May I ask you a couple of questions?"
"Well... sure..." My wife was not too excited but she hadn't refused. "Ask away."
"Are you married?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any children?"
"No, not yet." That was an interesting response. My wife hadn't expressed any interest in kids.
"Would you say you were a professional woman, a service worker, or a stay at home wife?"
"I'm a professional woman. I am a financial adviser."
"Would you rate your level of satisfaction in your marriage high, average, or low?"
"Mmmm..." she was hesitating, "I guess it usually would be average, but right now it's low."
"One last question," Lindsay was baiting the hook, "would you say your sexual fantasies were fulfilled often... sometime... rarely....never?"
"Rarely..." there was a long pause, "No, that would be never!"
"Great!" I knew Lindsay was busy making notes in the leather binder she had used last night when she interviewed me in the video booth. "You fit our required profile exactly! Would you be willing to answer a more detailed survey. It would be an important part of me research."
I just knew that my wife couldn't resist this pitch.
"Well, sure. I'd love to help you. When do you want to do this?"
Lindsay sprung the trap. "Right now would be the best time. Do you think I could come in. The interview has some visual elements."
"Sure. Come in. Can I get you something to drink?" My wife was warming up to the girl. "By the way, my name is Karla."
I heard the front door close. My wife and Lindsay exchanged some small talk. From their conversation, I could tell they were sitting in the living room.
"So, Karla, are you ready?" I heard the snaps of the leather case open.
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