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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Books by Sheryl Browne
  3. Dedication
  4. KARLA
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Epilogue
  54. The Affair
  55. Hear more from Sheryl
  56. Books by Sheryl Browne
  57. A Letter from Sheryl
  58. The Babysitter
  59. The Second Wife
  60. Acknowledgements

Swallowing back an overwhelming sense of loss, Jason opened up one of the sites. He wasn’t certain how good an idea it was when he read the overview, which stated that everyone on the site had the same goal: to find people with similar interests who were looking for casual and erotic relationships. He wasn’t sure that fit his preferred criteria. He would need either a lot less whisky or a hell of a lot more to go there, no matter how frustrated and lonely he was feeling.

The next site offered much the same: casual dating and hook-ups. Jason supposed ‘hook-ups’ were what he had in mind. But then again, maybe not. Though he definitely wasn’t looking for what some of the other sites claimed he would find: a relationship or his ‘special someone’. He’d already found her. He was probably more up for something in between a one-night stand and a relationship, conversation definitely being one of his ‘search criteria’.

Christ, he needed someone to talk to.

Sipping steadily from his bottle, he browsed a few more sites, finally clicking on one that made him want to continue reading – or rather squinting at. It offered email and IM chatting, and also had a facility to switch between searching for ‘love’ or ‘flirting’, which might allow him to tread the middle ground.

Did he want to tread the middle ground? Jason had no idea… Right now, he felt as if the ground had dropped from underneath him, leaving him freefalling into a very dark pit. Hesitating, he took another long drink and continued on to the sign-up page. The site promised the application process took only minutes – basic details, a username, password and email address being all that was needed before he was ‘in and free to browse’.

It lived up to its promise. After entering the information and scribbling down his password – ‘Megaidiot1’, which he thought appropriate – Jason was indeed in, and clueless about what to do next. Fill in his profile, he guessed, which presented him with an immediate problem. Did he tick single or married? Separated, he opted for, and then he hit his next snag. He wasn’t much into selfies. The only photos he had, therefore, were of him and Karla together, or with the kids, which was even worse. He couldn’t bring himself to crop any of those. A quick search of his laptop produced a security ID photo he’d had taken in order to access a high-tech computer meeting. He didn’t look very happy in it, but then, he wasn’t exactly feeling ecstatic. It would do.

So, criteria? His lips poised on the bottle, he debated, swilled back another mouthful of whisky and then completed a few categories. And then went back and hit delete. He was narrowing his search down to Karla, he realised, his chest constricting painfully.