When a 57-year-old husband left a smug note explaining he’d be spending the night with his 19-year-old secretary, he expected understanding — or at least silence. What he didn’t expect was a lesson in arithmetic. His wife, a math teacher, responded with a masterclass in poetic justice. She reminded him they were both 57 — and that while he was off chasing youth, she was enjoying the company of her 19-year-old student, Michael, at the Hotel Fiesta.
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The room froze when she spoke. A toddler, barely two, stood in the middle of a police station begging to confess a crime, clutching a stuffed rabbit…