7:40 Shit I’m late. Sheryl’s not in bed, but her pillow’s gone. She must have came in after I did, s
7:40 Shit I’m late. Sheryl’s not in bed, but her pillow’s gone. She must have came in after I did, slept in the other room. Is she still in the house? Or is she gone already?As I wake, the hangover hits me first, then the shock and shame. What did I do last night?!? Immediately my mind started reeling from the implications of my parking lot tryst with Randi. The fallout - at work, here with Sheryl - could destroy me. I can’t have my marriage fail, I just can’t. And Randi’s laugh, as she zipped me back into my pants last night, still rings in my head.The pit in my stomach is cold. My skin is crawling with self-reproach.Sitting up in bed, the first thing I check on my phone is IG. Despite my guilt, I feel my body stir with the thrill of another Melissssy post, from just a few minutes ago. Good lord…And I have a DM, from Melissa. My heart races in a mix of fear and excitement as I start to type… -- source link