A short story for hobbyists with a SO.

 
I met with a provider recently, taking all of the precautions to hide the activity from my SO.

 
The following day, I pick my SO up from work, she gets in the car and is bawling hysterically.  She is so upset, that she is unable to speak, except to screech, "It's too much!".  We drive home in silence.  While trying to be sympathetic to her situation, my mind immediately goes to "What does she know?  How did she find out?".  

 
I had collected the cash over time to obscure the audit trail, I'd only communicated with the provider using an encrypted email address, I scheduled the session for when my SO would be at work, I parked away from the incall location, I turned my phone locator off.  What did I overlook?  Nothing had happened in the session that would make the provider angry.  And, if it had, how would she get my SO's contact info?  Was it a remnant from a previous session?  Did someone we know see me enter the incall location and mention it to my SO?  Did I leave some obscure breadcrumb?

 
When we got home, I logged into my SOs email.  Nothing.  I checked her text message history.  Nothing.  In the meantime, my SO is in bed, sobbing.  And despite me asking what the problem is again, she's unable to respond.  I'm forming a plan for how I'm going to react when she finally confronts me.  Do I continue to deny, and hope that she doesn't have indisputable evidence, thereby making the situation worse?  Or, do I own up to it, and hope that in my honesty, we can try to get past it sooner?

 
An hour goes by, and finally my SO emerges from the bedroom.  "Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I ask.  She swallows hard and tells me how a number of events at work had brought her to the breaking point.  I'm obviously relieved (concerned for her, but relieved).

 
It was a good lesson to always be diligent.  Always.