The Personal Assistant With a Sugar Daddy, in Love With a
Military Man in a Relationship   Once a week, Daily Intel peeks
behind doors left slightly ajar. This week, the Personal
Assistant With a Sugar Daddy, in Love With a Military Man in a
Relationship: 28, female, Brooklyn, straight.  9:55 a.m.: The
ringing phone wakes me up. It's my Benefactor. We met at a bar
when I was 21 — he's seventeen years my senior. He unexpectedly
gave me $100 for lending an ear to his problems. We've stayed in
touch, and he's always come through — deposit to my first place,
birthday gifts, advice — without me having to ask. We do lunch,
dinner, and anything else to avoid doing each other. He was the
cat and I was the mouse, always dangling in front of him but
always slipping out of his reach, only because he let me.  12:25
p.m.: I can't help but think of the Benefactor and how we never
have actually been intimate. I mean, isn't that what's kept it
so tempting and beneficial, on and off for the past six years?
What if we actually