I’m a secretary in love with her married boss. I’ve worked with him a couple of years now and he’s 21 years older than me. This might sound like a cliche, but I have these gut feelings we have a real connection.

I’m a 26-year-old secondary school teacher in love with this wonderful man. He is my second serious boyfriend. Although I really enjoy sex with him,

I first had sex when I was 18 years old. As a virgin then, I expected to feel pain, but not the excruciating one I felt.

The most disturbing words in the English language, according to Kenneth a fifty-something car dealer, are: “I am seeing someone”. Because yes, it might just be a fling, and yes, the someone might be a delightful, witty person – but what if it isn’t and what if they weren’t? What if your best friend/ex-husband/daughter’s new partner is a joy vacuum? What if they actually got married and this person who makes you hallucinate with irritation becomes part of your personal life, and you are required to invite them to every important moment in your life, and there they are, sitting at the corner like an obnoxious toad making it all about them?

Lately, I’d been regaling Dolapo, a former colleague’s FWB (friends with benefits) of decades, with tales of the escapades of some of my darling friends in recent months— especially in the last few weeks when a couple of them had virtually burnt their fingers with the spouses of their ‘bits-on-the-side.’ A few weeks after one of them, Kadijat had her annual birthday bash, when she almost got into hot water when Rex, her husband, who travelled showed up, she visited Jake, her lover and the ‘co-sponsor’ of her party.