Faux

"What is it?"

The woman unfolded the clump of material to expose a black lace bra and said, "I found it in his car, stuffed in a pocket behind the passenger seat." A tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a shadowy trail of mascara.

Handing a tissue across his cluttered desk the man replied, "And obviously it's not yours?"

"Of course it's not mine, why would I be here if it was?"

"Sorry, I have a tendency to overstate the obvious, it's just a way I have. Could there be any innocent explanation for the bra?"

"It's not just the bra, he's been sneaking around at night, claiming to work late but when I call he's never there. I confront him about it and he gets angry, accuses me of spying on him," she answered, tossing her long black hair back over her shoulder. Picking up her purse, she pulled a small sandwich bag out and continued, "And I found this on his clothes."

Taking the baggy, he held it up to the light where he could see a number of blonde hairs. Tilting his head a bit he asked, "You husband's hair is?"

"Much shorter and brown. That's blonde, much too long for him."

"Your daughter?"

"She is away at school and she has dark hair too. He's having an affair, I just know it... damn him!"

"Now calm down Ms. Mason..."

"It's Andrea... Andrea Mason."

"Ms. Mason, Andrea, you need to focus, look at this calmly. Most times, if the man is having an affair, it happens for a very short period of time and the guy is either overcome with guilt or he finds out how good her really has it and he gives it up. Have you considered just riding this thing out?"

"I have to know, I have to know."

"Are you truly prepared for what I might find? Are you able to look at photographs, perhaps photographs of your husband in very intimate situations?"

"I tell you I have to know."

"Okay Ms... Andrea, I'll follow him, dig around a bit. You've reviewed my rates with my secretary do you have any questions?"