My friends told me that I married a playboy. Sure-- he had a bit of a wandering eye, was a little flirty with pretty waitresses and if he got a little at parties, he would dance a little too close to my girlfriends, but I was in love. I had a stepson, Kyle Mason, and I spent a lot of time with him. My husband had to work late, he had to travel often, and Kyle kept me company.