Excerpt from Another Day
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Ugh,
eight o’clock already.
Slumping
back down onto the soft mattress, I pressed my fingertips into my temples.
Rotten headache, served me right. Had I really drank a half bottle of
wine? God, I had drunk so much and
barely remembered anything from last night. Anything that is, except Paul’s
hands all over me. Oh Lord, Paul. Memory of last night flashed through my mind.
What
had I done? Trying to block out the memory, I pulled the sheet over my head,
and inched my way to the other side of the king-sized bed, glad for the
coolness of the soft cotton sheets. What had possessed me last night? I wasn’t some sex starved teen. I was married
for cripes sake.
Oh
God, how would I face Andrew?
Tears
stung my eyes. Suddenly, my actions from last night became all too clear. How
could I have done this? Just because Andrew had been inattentive and away on
business a lot didn’t justify having sex with another man.
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4 comments:
WOW, good hook Ro. Happy Easter and have a great weekend!
That's a tough position to be in. Great 6 Roseanne! Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful Easter weekend!
Sounds like trouble brewing. Interesting 6.
Oh dear, she's in trouble. Great six. The sheet over the head is not going to solve her problems I fear
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