Naturally that was one of those days when Jill worked the morning shift at her job, meaning I had to retrace my drive to recover the keys.

Other demands on my time kept me pinned down for a few hours before I could get to our apartment.

Part of me went into shock, while the other part said this was going to make a great entry in my notebook of coincidences.

The initial concept however quickly changed from a "hit and run" sex and violence short story to this epic of self-discovery on the part of the protagonist.

This work still incorporates sex and violence in rather plentiful amounts, but now is dominated by coincidence, the nexus, and brief encounters with the supranatural.

Like most people who are burdened with the need to make a living, there is precious little time left for silent contemplation except for those few minutes one spends on the porcelain throne in the morning or whatever time one's bowels choose to move.

Strange as it may seem, my moments of contemplation focused on coincidences. Little did I realize that my harmless hobby would soon take over my life and drive me in directions that I could never have imagined.

While in college, I began carrying around a notebook in which I entered the type, time and situation that involved the coincidence. Jill had gotten a part time job a couple of months after we settled down in a fairly decent apartment about a half hour's drive to my job.

The half hour would become more like an hour once the cold, dead hand of winter took hold of the city.On a vacation trip to Arkansas I had the great good fortune to meet, then quickly court and marry a lovely girl by the name of Jill. All that remained was to live happily ever after and leave behind our progeny.Be advised that college left an indelible impression on yours truly that manifests itself often in my choice of words.I distinctly remember Jill saying this week she was working the morning shift. Was she letting someone else use our place for some kind of assignation? If I was correct, there would be no evidence of anything untoward having happened in our apartment by the time I got home.That evening when I returned home, there sat my wife claiming that she had come down with something and hadn't gone to work today. The lead voice counseled me to hold my tongue but play out the rope.It works out well for almost all concerned as he enjoys the sexual favors of a wide spectrum of kinky bed partners and is kept abreast of his cheating wife's travails.