Stan's cover story worked well, bolstered by a couple of his friends who were willing to support his tales with exchanged bits of conversation about their shared work-out routines whenever his wife was present. The affair went on for months. As far as Stan was concerned, no one was getting hurt by his extra-curricular activities, and his wife was none the wiser... or so he thought.
Then came the day that Stan left the motel to find his wife standing beside his car, arms crossed, and a look of rage mixed with devastation on her face. Reaching for his gym bag, she pulled a tiny device from a zipper pocket on the side and handed it to him. GPS tracker... busted... game over.
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