Oh how will you ever forgive me.
It was a rash moment. She was there. I was there. There was time. The kids were otherwise occupied.
I couldn’t resist her.
I mean her skillz! She drew me in with promises of rapture and I was feeling a little low.
I needed a pick me up.
I needed some reassurance that I still had it.
And you were unavailable. So busy. So awesome. But everyone wants a piece of you and I was cast aside.
I don’t blame you. It is not your fault. The fault is mine.
I could have serviced myself. You taught me well. Showing me how and leaving me breathless at your amazing ability to give me exactly what I want, need, no matter how much I protest or say ‘do whatever, you decide, I trust you’.
And I do.
And then I strayed.
We talked about you during it you know. She whispered, ‘He will never know’
‘Are you sure?’
And I did.
And now my fucking fringe is crooked and too fucking short and Oh Sebastian the Wonder Hairdresser will you ever forgive me?