Stan McDonald is a late-middle-aged American male. (He can’t bring himself to say “senior” because he’s not quite there yet and he’s definitely not feeling it.) He’s lived his entire life in four middle-Tennessee cities. He’s well educated, but not bookish. One of his strongest life motivators, just like most everyone’s, is his desire to love and be loved. He desires a woman to share life with, a life partner in every sense of the word. That’s how he got himself in this mess in the first place: his strong heterosexual desires. Of this he says, “I can’t help it…it’s all animal instinct.”
It’s now time to fess up… The author’s name is not Stan McDonald. Stan is a pen name. The names of all the people mentioned in this story have been changed to protect everyone’s identity. He can’t give specifics about any of the characters, including himself, as that could jeopardize the anonymity of both the innocent and the not-so-innocent involved. The author’s motive in writing this book is to document the truth of what happened, not who did what. That task belongs to the investigative authorities. Maybe at some future date, the author will emerge from the writing closet.