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There was a Professor at a University
who kept to a particular pattern.
He would select the undergrad he
wished to be involved with in
September.
The affair would begin and often
reach crescendo during the Xmas
break, when the Wife would go
to visit her family with the children.
He would send the Gardener on
vacation, and for the next three
weeks, enjoy his affair, which he
would terminate shortly before
his wife's return.
He was very much the married man
in January, but by February was again
on the prowl, and during Easter Break,
when wife again would be sent to visit
her relatives, the affair would be rage
until just before the Wife's return.
During the summer, where wife again
went to spend the holidays with
her family, he would enjoy another
affair.
This went on for twenty years.
When the wife's mother died, she
did not wish husband to attend
the funeral.
It became an argument.
He decided to tell her, okay, I
won't go, but then travel the
distance.
He was seen moving towards
the Church by one of the Wife's
relatives, and marched away.
For the past twenty years,
wife and gardener had been
having a relationship to the
extent that her family thought
he was the husband.
Wife would go to the family
home, spend a day or so,
leave the kids, then go to
be with Gardener elsewhere,
popping in now and then so
that the children would not
feel neglected, and saying
that she was staying at another
relative's house.
Some of the relatives knew that
Gardener was not husband, but
most did not.
Wife's mother and Gardener got
along very well, and so, he had
to be there...
Professor was devastated.
Never had he imagined his
wife was unfaithful.
In all the years he had been enjoying
the undergraduates, he had never for
one second assumed that his wife
was not home alone, poor thing.
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