It is never my intention to go with a married woman. I respect that institution, and certainly, I would not like another guy rummaging my own woman. So I stay away from it. However, sometimes opportunities come to you, veiled in disguise and there is often no time to do a character check. So it was with Lena.

I was at a reception for a seminar being held by a mate of mine, on financial planning and investments, when I was introduced to Lena. She is about 32 or 33, very well kept, with a great athletic body, careful make-up, and refined features. She dressed conservatively, a model businesswoman in any setting.

Over drinks, our discussions ran to the present day banking crisis, to the outlook of a recovery, and then we hit on personal subjects. I did not see any wedding ring (or tale-tale impression that one has recently been removed), and asked her to diner after the event. She was unable to accept , but suggested the next night, which suited me also very well.

We met (as is Russian habit, rather than me picking her up) at a great Caucasian restaurant (Azerbaijani) near the Moscow River, and had a marvelous diner with a unique blending of vegetables ( for me, as I am a vegetarian) and some mouthwatering grill for her. The wine was from Italy, and light and suited to the food. Three hours were spent in eating and a great conversation.

The evening was still a bit warm, and we decided to take a small walk along the riverbank, as at this time of year, it is very light in Moscow till almost 23:00. While walking I took her hand, and my squeezes were returned, a signal for me to move into the next phase.

I suggested after our walk we go back to my place, but Lena said to me that her time was short, but desire great, and could I think of something we could do