So it is that this story, while leading to a single coital act is really a memory of everything else that happened, before, during and after coitus --... all seen with imperfect memory through the haze of time.Two individuals were brought together by circumstance to share an illicit day of sexual adventure that neither has been able to forget. You can try to dissect their motives or judge the morality of what they did that day. I have tried and failed. The consequences could have turned out very. Finish. Coach glanced at him and gave him the thumbs up sign, more to let his boss know he was handling things than any sign that progress was being made.Lynda finished her explanation and asked, "What's going to happen now?" Terry had his ear to the phone too."Looks like we're going to miss dinner," he grinned but then became serious, "I'll have to have a word with the others before answering that. Keep calm for few minutes." The few minutes became nearly half an hour and all the time the pair. I felt as low as I had ever felt. I was sure I had lost her with my crazy middle-age crisis. If I had known the can of worms I had opened up by cheating on Sharon, I would have never done it. Even though I had enjoyed it, the pain I had seen in my wife’s face had cut me deep. I hadn’t thought or even given a little thought to how it would hurt her. I had only thought about my pleasures. What happened was one night soon after that fateful night, Sharon mentioned that she wanted to get back into. She is bleeding now and her back is becoming smeared with her bl**d – I suck my finger and taste the metallic tang. ‘Turn over on your front.’ She obeys. She is the ugliest female I have ever facked. Her features are lopsided and her left eye is opaque and blind. Her complexion is jaundiced and she has several age spots on her cheeks. Her nostrils remind me of a pit viper’s and her lips sit at an odd angle. She is overweight and flabby too. It is at this point that I want to slap her misshapen.