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Worf was Jerry!
Worf was my husband’s nephew. For months I had been deep in a cyber relationship with a person who was almost a son to me.
I wanted to deny it, to find another possibility, but I couldn’t. I went over our past conversations feeling almost guilty of incest. Yet….
I had shared opinions, ideas, futuristic fantasies, not the boring bits of work/ cooking/ shopping. And never opened any kind of sex/dating conversation.
He had created worlds and possibilities I dreamed of. The only thing that made my job survivable was knowing that when I logged onto the Internet, Worf would be there with jokes and cheer.
I had gone to work each day knowing that during the hideous eight hours I had chances to escape the office with Worf.
Knowing the true identity of Worf should not change Andromeda. I must go on as I had yesterday, last week, so I could survive this horrible job.
I hope I can….
