During the next few weeks we had four important deadlines at work and there was too much to do at home to talk to Helen in any way other than via e-mail. We both knew it had been more of a physical rather than emotional thing, with no strings attached. I also knew that seeing her too much at that moment could possibly mean that my marriage was in danger, since I was attracted to her and could probably fall for her quite easily. In that month I was almost able to forget both the lust I felt for Helen and the guilt, but not completely.
On the fifth weekend after we had had sex there was a party in our part of town that Helen attended. Very late that night she came by to ask me to drive her home, how she had managed to sneak in through our outer door at that hour is beyond me. My wife told her to use our guest room instead, since that was much more convenient at that time. Neither Helen, nor I, was expecting that, but she nevertheless accepted it thankfully. We went back to bed after Helen had gone into the guest room and closed the door.
“I wouldn’t want you out driving through the city at this hour,” my wife said.
“Thanks,” I answered, “I’m too tired to drive now.”
It didn’t take long for us to go back to sleep.
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