“I’m sorry, Bob,” a man texts his neighbor next door. I’ve been struggling with guilt, and I must admit that I’ve been taking advantage of your wife when you’re not around—possibly more than you do.

I haven’t been able to stop myself because it has been so amazing and enjoyable. There are times when it continues for hours on end. At home, I don’t understand, even though I know it’s not an excuse. The guilt is too much for me to bear any longer.

I sincerely hope you will accept my apologies. It won’t occur once more. Bob lashes out at his wife in the bedroom, feeling deceived and furious. The man texts again a few seconds later, saying, “Bloomin’ auto-correct.” “Wifi” is what I meant to say.