mean when I have myself as a pixel built entity having sex with another one? It’s not my physical body, but my mind was in the room with another’s mind, involved in intimate activities. I may not have been there in the real material form, but spiritually, I was with another woman.
I sneak into bed and Talissa doesn’t even move, nor does my son who’s sleeping in the middle of us for the second consecutive night. Here I am, looking at the woman who loves me and the little boy who looks up to me as if I’m some sort of hero.
I’m no hero, and after my actions tonight, I’m an awful husband.
Chapter 4
Day 3
“Terry, wake up. Terry.” I wake to my wife’s face and feel her hands rocking me. It’s nearly eight a.m. and I don’t remember my alarm going off at all.
“Yeah, I’m awake.”
“What time did you come to bed? Once I woke up at two and you still weren’t in yet.”
“Yeah, I know, sorry. I’m still brainstorming a business plan of mine, and I was coming up with all sorts of strategies.” Damn it, I’m lying through my teeth to cover my own sick self-serving activities from last night.
“I worry about you when you don’t sleep well. Get in the shower and I’ll have an extra strong coffee and cooked breakfast ready for you.” She gives me a big kiss on the lips. “Were you drinking last night?”
“I had a couple of scotches. It helps with the creative streak.”
She rubs a hand through my hair. “Please don’t keep doing this. I love you.” I receive another kiss on the lips, and she smiles at me.
I could cry. She’s the most beautiful woman inside and out, and I’m doing sneaky shit behind her back while she’s comforting the boy we brought into this world a little over seven years ago.
I shower, drink my coffee, and eat some bacon and eggs at the table with Talissa and the kids, and I barely say anything. Why am I carrying so much guilt about this virtual blonde girl? I kiss my kids goodbye and after I give my wife a big kiss, I say, “I love you, so much. Please don’t ever forget it.”
I take a large hot thermos flask of coffee with me to work. I have about forty-five minutes to do a trip to work, which usually takes me just under an hour
* * * * *
“Geez, Terry, you look even worse than yesterday,” Roger says as I get into the office at about five minutes past nine. The rest of the staff are already there, even Phelps.
“Did you forget to shave or just couldn’t be bothered?” Phelps asks.
I put my hand on my jaw, and I come to the realisation that I clean forgot. I never forget to shave for the office. “Oh shit, sorry Phelps.”
He turns away from me and addresses the room. “As I said on Monday, we have a temp working with us for a while to help us catch up with the increasing workloads. If we do well enough, she may stay on longer.”
“She? Wow, I won’t be the only chick here anymore.” Kate smiles as the door opens and the new temporary agent walks in, and I could fall over when I see her.
“Everyone, this is Emily. Not only is she pretty, but she has a brain that’ll make any of you look like a single-celled organism in comparison.”
Kate is the first to shake hands with her. Then George and the cheeky smile-wearing Roger are next. I feel faint. I take a deep breath and am the last to shake hands with the blonde woman. She looks me in the eye as she says, “Pleased to meet you, Terry,” and flashes a smile.
My head’s spinning. She has long blonde hair in a ponytail, is wearing a white short-sleeved blouse with a short black business skirt. Her eyes are blue, and while being careful not to take a leering look at her, I do notice the blouse is very tight fitting against those high and mighty breasts of hers. I try not to look at her face too much; she reminds me of someone I had virtual sex within the early hours of the morning.
“Are you okay?” she asks me in a husky tone.
“I’m not feeling well
I sneak into bed and Talissa doesn’t even move, nor does my son who’s sleeping in the middle of us for the second consecutive night. Here I am, looking at the woman who loves me and the little boy who looks up to me as if I’m some sort of hero.
I’m no hero, and after my actions tonight, I’m an awful husband.
Chapter 4
Day 3
“Terry, wake up. Terry.” I wake to my wife’s face and feel her hands rocking me. It’s nearly eight a.m. and I don’t remember my alarm going off at all.
“Yeah, I’m awake.”
“What time did you come to bed? Once I woke up at two and you still weren’t in yet.”
“Yeah, I know, sorry. I’m still brainstorming a business plan of mine, and I was coming up with all sorts of strategies.” Damn it, I’m lying through my teeth to cover my own sick self-serving activities from last night.
“I worry about you when you don’t sleep well. Get in the shower and I’ll have an extra strong coffee and cooked breakfast ready for you.” She gives me a big kiss on the lips. “Were you drinking last night?”
“I had a couple of scotches. It helps with the creative streak.”
She rubs a hand through my hair. “Please don’t keep doing this. I love you.” I receive another kiss on the lips, and she smiles at me.
I could cry. She’s the most beautiful woman inside and out, and I’m doing sneaky shit behind her back while she’s comforting the boy we brought into this world a little over seven years ago.
I shower, drink my coffee, and eat some bacon and eggs at the table with Talissa and the kids, and I barely say anything. Why am I carrying so much guilt about this virtual blonde girl? I kiss my kids goodbye and after I give my wife a big kiss, I say, “I love you, so much. Please don’t ever forget it.”
I take a large hot thermos flask of coffee with me to work. I have about forty-five minutes to do a trip to work, which usually takes me just under an hour
* * * * *
“Geez, Terry, you look even worse than yesterday,” Roger says as I get into the office at about five minutes past nine. The rest of the staff are already there, even Phelps.
“Did you forget to shave or just couldn’t be bothered?” Phelps asks.
I put my hand on my jaw, and I come to the realisation that I clean forgot. I never forget to shave for the office. “Oh shit, sorry Phelps.”
He turns away from me and addresses the room. “As I said on Monday, we have a temp working with us for a while to help us catch up with the increasing workloads. If we do well enough, she may stay on longer.”
“She? Wow, I won’t be the only chick here anymore.” Kate smiles as the door opens and the new temporary agent walks in, and I could fall over when I see her.
“Everyone, this is Emily. Not only is she pretty, but she has a brain that’ll make any of you look like a single-celled organism in comparison.”
Kate is the first to shake hands with her. Then George and the cheeky smile-wearing Roger are next. I feel faint. I take a deep breath and am the last to shake hands with the blonde woman. She looks me in the eye as she says, “Pleased to meet you, Terry,” and flashes a smile.
My head’s spinning. She has long blonde hair in a ponytail, is wearing a white short-sleeved blouse with a short black business skirt. Her eyes are blue, and while being careful not to take a leering look at her, I do notice the blouse is very tight fitting against those high and mighty breasts of hers. I try not to look at her face too much; she reminds me of someone I had virtual sex within the early hours of the morning.
“Are you okay?” she asks me in a husky tone.
“I’m not feeling well
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