Chapter 83

Tanner woke up before me, the bed empty when I finally opened my eyes. My feelings of devastation and self-loathing returning in a flood as consciousness returned. If I could, I'd happily stay in bed all day, wallowing in my disgust. It wasn't fair to Tanner though. He wasn't responsible for my being a slut. That was my flaw. My guilt forced me to get up and face him, and perhaps find some way to atone for my adultery. I put a t-shirt on to go with my panties and went to look for him.

Tanner was seated at the kitchen table, reading the Sunday paper. "Good morning, merry sunshine," he said, "sleeping in, were we?"

I bent over and kissed him, tousling his hair, still mussy from sleeping on it. "I think I ate some food which was a little off at Tiffany's. I didn't feel well when I went to bed so I took something to help me sleep."

"Did you have a good time?"

"Yes. It was good to see them again