I joined the Navy fresh out of high school. Good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York; the steel mills were shutting down; heavy industry locating down south.



My tour of duty over, I took the civil service test for Correction Officer; and passed. My permanent assignment was at a Class-A Max. Eventually, I got a tower on days. This was the perfect assignment to get out of population and to pursue my first love: reading.



By the time I was 33 years old, I was debt free, with modest savings and the start of a good portfolio of mutual funds. My house was paid off in full. I started to go bald in my twenties; at 33 this was a foregone conclusion. I was fairly good looking at the time: 200 lbs./ 6' 2". I was also single.having yet to find the right girl.



People always told me that I was a nice guy; they couldn't believe that I was a prison guard. The public perceives us as uneducated brutes. This misconception is reinforced by the liberal news media bias/pop culture components of our society. I explained to them there is a time to be tough; when that time comes." you do what has to be done".



In 1985, I first saw my wife Lisa at my cousin's wedding reception. I was 33 at the time. Lisa was 22. She was wearing an emerald green strapless dress that set- off her green eyes and complimented her shoulder length red hair. Lisa wore her hair layered in those days with long bangs. When my cousin introduced us, I shook her hand, but didn't let go, as was proper. Instead: I escorted her to the dance floor.



Bowing to her with a flourish I exclaimed," Beautiful angel, from heaven, would you do me the honor?". I spent the entire evening dancing with Lisa. I was infatuated with her. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I made up my mind that whatever it took, I would win her over; we were married exactly one year to the date.



During our engagement, Lisa refused to give me oral sex, although. she enjoyed receiving it. That didn't change after we were married; disappointed, I never pushed the issue.



Lisa decided to grow her hair out to all one length, being tired of the bangs and layers. I supported and encouraged her in this. I preferred this style of long hair on women, especially my woman. By 1997, Lisa had beautiful thick, waist length red hair. Lisa's hairdresser Susan did a marvelous job. It was well cared for hair, precisely cut and styled, to all one length, cut blunt and straight across the bottom. It was as soft and smooth as an angel's wings: my angels' wings.



As we were financially well off, Lisa quit her job as a receptionist to be a stay at home wife. Lisa was not the greatest housekeeper, and could barley cook, however; she was great at spending money. This meant that I was working plenty of overtime to keep up with her bills.

I didn't care; I wanted to make her happy. Lisa was my wife. my lover.my angel.



Lisa talked me into buying and expensive toupee. I took to a lot of good-natured teasing about my rug. I wore it to please my wife.



In the spring of 1997, Lisa decided to attend the community college, the reason as she put it, "to broaden my horizons". In the fall of 1998, an incident occurred that changed our relationship in ways that neither of us could have foreseen.



My car broke down on the way to work. I called the facility on my cell phone, advised them of the situation, and requested to use a PL. There was an open slot on the Personal Leave Board and I was given the day off. I was only 2 miles from home; after the tow truck left I decided to walk home and suprise my wife.

(I had put on 50 pounds over the years. I told myself because of my height, I was able to carry it well. My doctor told me that even though the test results from my last physical were good, I could stand to lose at least 20 or more pounds. I walked home knowing it would do me good.



Lisa would not start college for another week. Since I was walking, she wouldn't hear me pull up in my car. I would quietly tip toe in and surprise her. We could spend the afternoon making love and then go to see a movie followed by dinner in Lisa's favorite restaurant.



When I was in sight of my house, I observed a black corvette convertible parked across the street from my house. Suspicious, I checked it out. The top was down and the factory bucket seats, covered with slip- on sheepskin seat covers. The college's staff parking sticker was affixed to the windshield.



My wife's English Professor owned such a car. I met the man twice; both times when I attended college open house with my wife. Lisa thought he was," brilliant;" I found him vain and condescending.



Professor Aquilo was a tall, slim man in his early thirties.

I would say he was about: 6'3"/ 170 lbs. He was fastidious about his appearance right down to his manicured nails, 100.00 haircuts, expensive silk ties set off with a 1/2-carat diamond stickpin. He wore hand sewed monogrammed shirts with cuff links and 1000.00 plus/ suits. Luke's dark hair was full and thick and he wore it on the long side. He was clean-shaven with dark eyes and long eyelashes. I had to admit, Luke was handsome. almost to the point of being pretty.



When I got to the back porch, I could hear soft music coming from my bedroom. I quietly entered my house, leaving the back door open; once inside, I opened my bedroom door a crack and looked inside. My wife's lover was lying naked in my bed; our marriage bed, with his eyes closed, a lascivious smile on his face. My wife was naked, performing fellatio on him, his foul hands buried in Lisa's beautiful tresses.