My legs were shaky as he guided me through the house. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die myself. Sex “What else? “I never meant for it to happen….” He was reluctant to open up. He had his head in his hands crying. “I’m not sure I’m ready…. When I woke I decided it was time to tell my “best friend” what I’d done. I needed him as much as he needed me. He could have been a serial killer… You don’t know this man, you don’t know his character. This is your opportunity to come clean… you won’t get another chance like this. I took a drag of mine as he paced back and forth. The flood gates had opened and there was no stopping my emotional down pour. He wanted to prolong this moment so we could both savor every sensation. “Our bestest friend, who else… She wants to know what’s going on.”
“Oh, yea she’s been texting me too, but I didn’t reply.”
“I know, she told me.”
There was a long awkward pause. I stormed into my bedroom switched on the light and began shaking my husband violently. She just had to know why I didn’t go home like I said I was. Maybe we needed to make love to help cleanse things so to speak.
