Affairs tend to begin with lies.

Lies of motive, lies of intent, lies that live in the mind unspoken until they gestate

into rationalization and then sometimes tumble out.

And we started talking about some issues.

And she was having some problems with her husband and obviously was having some problems

with Heather.

It's the emotional betrayal that comes first.

Marital confidences shared with an outsider, an interloper.

The deadliest tale of all comes when a spouse suspects something and the inevitable confrontation

produces a response that by now is an antique.

Pretty much I told her that Iga and I were just friends.

Oh yes, just friends.

Soon there are more lies, lies about where the guilty parties have been, who's on the

phone and where did this trinket or piece of pocket litter come from.

And suddenly lying becomes as natural as breathing.

In time, the affair takes on the trappings of marriage.

Divided loyalties take their toll.

Small intimacies become weapons.

I'm in neck deep.

She said she could walk into the credit union any time and go sit down with Heather and

say, I'm having an affair with him.

This is the story of a cop who became trapped in a cage of lies.

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