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I quickly read the WhatsApp message as I returned to the hotel. A Spanish lady. Did she speak English? Could she, at least, hold a semblance of conversation with me and I her. It couldn’t hurt to look after the girl in any case. We’re supposed to be a country that helps and welcomes people and it must be awful for a young girl to be alone in a strange country, the reality of the work she had chosen to do not withstanding....

I saw an uptick in my business travel during the mid-nineties, which meant more time (forced) away from home. It peaked as the decade drew to a close at about 135-plus days annually. I spent as much time at home as possible but had little choice about my travel schedule (taking overnight “redeye” flights from the West Coast to minimize time away from home, for example). My affair had ended in the early 1990s, but my sexua...