I got the stupid idea that letting my boss have sex with me would be fun. He wanted a mistress, permanently attached but not his wife. Five and a half years, I iron his shirts something his wife stopped doing when he set me up. Her punishment, to me. I have to have lunch with her on her birthday, my birthday, Thursdays, when she calls. I'm the only one she can talk to about his mistress.

We went to a spa for her 50th, in Sedona. I'm her best friend, her confidant, her God knows what. The stupid thing is I am her, the 15 year younger version. We think alike, want the same man, we even have similar physical traits. Her 35 year old is me, and I am always looking at myself when I'm her age. Out of something totally wrong we are closer than we are to any one else.