RETURNING HOME
Jake's mind was racing and his body was spent. He'd just had the most incredible day even HIS mind could imagine. Carly was a sexual dynamo without equal. She'd fucked him in so many ways and places that he'd almost forgotten doing it on Mrs. Clayton's dining room table before starting again on the entry foyer floor and up the staircase.
Now that he was alone in his garage, he was trying to compose himself and think of facing Ann. How could he explain his extended absence? He and Carly had showered together before leaving, but was it enough to rid him of the mixed scent of massage oil and sex?
He hated the thought of facing Ann now that he'd so blatantly cheated on her. She didn't deserve this, but how could he ever go back to Ann's straight-up, ho-hum sex after what he'd just experienced?
"Can't she see that I need more?" he asked himself. "I need a passionate woman capable of sharing my desires." He continued to try to justify his actions while knowing he had wronged Ann unforgivably. Still, he had to find a way to gloss it all over.
"Maybe she'd like to go to dinner and a movie", he reasoned. "The movie wouldn't require any talk, and maybe I could catch a short nap."
After building his courage and rehearsing his lines, Jake went in search of Ann to ask if she'd like to go out. He'd finally found her in the garden, which is her quiet place. Anytime something was bothering her, she could be found there. He feared this wasn't a good sign, but put on his best face and charged forward. "What's the worst that could happen?" he reasoned.
"Hey! What have you been up to?" he began, suddenly afraid this statement might provide Ann an opportunity to use the same question against him.
"Just relaxing. I was lazy all morning and talked on the phone with Tina", she tried to sound casual. "So, I figured this afternoon should be garden time."