Infidelities is about a lovely Mexican woman named Lucia, who holds a PhD in Algebraic Topology. If you never liked math growing up, this book may change your mind! Excerpts from the book: Hide-and-Go-Seek A small theater light illuminated our circle. "Friends, for most of you this celebration will add new experiences to others you've enjoyed, and I'm sure you all remember your first." He paused as everyone smiled and nodded. "Tonight, we're honored to have Tyler and Lucia with us." A smattering of applause followed his welcoming. "Before we embark on tonight's amusements, I must advise our new guests of the golden rule; weather or not you choose to participate in tonight's activity, you must give your solemn oath never to share your experience with anyone outside of this circle." Ankle Bracelet Ankle bracelet should've been a dead giveaway. The spiked hairstyle, the expensive Weight Watchers diet, her sexy new clothes, the twice-a-month "be late tonight" routine; bells and whistles, hammers over the head, overlooked by yours truly. Detective's fees were reasonable. Since my wife's lover routinely rented a room at the same motel, was a snap for him to install wireless micro-video cameras in the light above the bed and another on the television facing it. Hundred bucks guaranteed the clerk registered them to that room. Another fifty reserved the room next to it. The Change Lucia's satisfaction immediately dissolved into guilt and shame. She pulled several tissues from a box on his desk, eased off, and wordlessly stepped back into her panty. Producer "I'm making a new film, and have a proposition that may interest you." The waiter refilled our glasses and brought another scotch for Throm. Turned to me, "I'm scouting for local talent," then he focused on Lucia, "and I couldn't help but notice your lovely wife. I'm prepared to offer $5000 dollars for Lucia to appear in my film." He looked expectantly at me, then back to Lucia like a puppy waiting for a treat. "Tyler, you can write the scene, eh? Pay you $2,000 for the script. How'd that be?" Lucia flushed crimson and smiled, "Mr. Throm, what kind of film?" "An art-film." "Art?" She nibbled a carrot stick nervously. "Oldest form known to man," he answered. Nightcap Lucia didn't resist when he touched her face and kissed her. His lips were soft, and she returned it with the tip of her tongue. Moist sounds of subsequent kisses made her lightheaded. His lips journeyed to the bird's nest of her throat, then to her ear. Delicate, slow kisses that made her wet. His strumming hand slipped beneath her blouse, rubbing her smooth brown back. With a deft twist of thumb and forefinger, he released the catch to her bra. Morning Lotus Flower Twin-sized bed surrounded by a mosquito net, she remembered, a steel-bladed fan stirring the heat overhead, and not much else. There was a busted plastic table with one chair, a tiny shower that only ran cold, and a rusted sink. The shower was refreshing after their business was finished. They'd wasted little time. He'd pushed the right buttons to stimulate the chemical process. Left the comfort of an air-conditioned conference room, taken a beat-up cab through the tangle of mid-morning traffic, and kissed like teenagers in the back seat. At length, they arrived to a cheap, reasonably clean motel. Paid the driver, and a man jogged out ahead of them and led them into a garage entrance. He pulled a heavy canvas curtain closed, and her lover paid through a flap in the curtain. Rushed up the garage stairs into the room, where he immediately took Lucia into his arms.