I'd do anything to give my kids a better life!

We barely spoke to each other all weekend. There was a subject I wanted to bring up but didn't dare. Jen was just the right age to start on the pageant circuit. I desperately wanted to enter her in the Beautiful Baby contest at the Civic Center. The entry fee was $200, plus photos and awards.

Somehow, I would have to come up with the money without telling Carson. I'd recently changed jobs, taking one that paid more. My boss, John Rogers, sold medical equipment to doctors and retailers. I was his administrative assistant. I'll admit it wasn't my computer skills that landed me the job. John had an eye for blondes with big...dimples.

Not that we messed around or anything. John just liked to flirt. At least that was what I told myself when he'd make suggestive remarks. One of his major accounts was a plastic surgeon. The doctor, whom I'll call Dr. Miller, mentioned to John that I had the kind of build that his patients paid big bucks to achieve.

When John told me what he'd said, I was flattered. After three children, I'd still kept my figure. John asked me to stay a little late that day, after the rest of the staff had gone. I didn't usually do overtime, so this being a first-time request, I felt I couldn't turn him down. Read More