The first thing I saw when I walked into my room was Carl - standing there with a bouquet of bright red flowers like he was about to propose. I stopped at the doorway, my heart sinking. His face lit up the moment he saw me.

"Baby," he said, all soft and sweet, "come over... let me massage your feet. I've missed you so much."

I blinked, stunned by the audacity.

Massage my feet?

Missed me?

"I'm sex-starved baby," he said, looking like a puppy.

Mad man!

Sex-starved?

This same man who was ...