We quickly reached a stage where Amir staying the night became a regular thing. We would spend our evenings talking about everything and nothing before things eventually moved to the bedroom.

I no longer questioned why he chose to be with me, nor did I feel as uncomfortable about our obvious differences.

The regular sex was drastically improving my mood, but more importantly my stamina. I was able to perform well beyond his peak of pleasure which only further intensified our evening fun.

Amir's abundant and positive energy was contagious. I felt utterly invigorated during my weekends with Jason, and I was highly focused at work.

Everything seemed perfect, except for the fact that I hadn't yet managed to harmonize my old life with my current one.

Jason didn't even know that I was into guys, let alone that I was sleeping with his violin teacher. And what would his mother have to say?

Amir was going to Canada for Christmas and I was invited by Julie's parents. It would be awkward in the beginning but we all wanted to show a united front for Jason's sake.

Then, I planned to throw a New Year's party at my place with a core group of colleagues, and a few friends. I definitely wanted Amir to be there but the news of our relationship would undoubtedly travel fast.

Both my ex-wife and my son had a right to know before everyone else but how could I best approach it? Surprisingly, my problem solved itself in a very unexpected way.

After dropping Jason off on a Saturday night, Julie invited me for a drink. She looked stressed for some reason, there wasn't anything wrong, was there? Were her parents OK? Her sister?

She poured me a Scotch and downed hers in one go before saying, "Ethan, there's something we need to discuss."

Oh, fuck! She didn't know already, did she? But how? Amir and I had been so careful.

"I met someone," she said, looking at the kitchen counter. "Actually, we met a long time ago but I NEVER let anything happen..."

Well, what were the odds of that?!

Julie was shaking. Her honesty was a testament to our enduring mutual respect. She deserved to be relieved of her burden, so I in turn could relieve myself of mine.

I grabbed both her trembling hands and said, "Jules, it's OK. We set each other free for this reason, remember?"

"The thing is that you kinda know him," Julie said, pouring herself a second shot.

Ok, that grabbed my attention.

"It's Lloyd Cassidy."

I almost spat out my Scotch.

"The Hollywood actor, Lloyd Cassidy?!"

Julie nodded and grabbed the bottle.

"Holy fuck, Jules! Isn't he like a decade younger than us?" I asked on impulse.

Who the fuck was I to talk?

"Sue me," she said, downing another shot.