Sharon's hand trembled a bit as she reached for the garage door entrance to her home, wary about her ability to appear anything other than what she was feeling—guilty. She knew that Jim was home as evidenced by his vehicle parked in the garage and she knew that there would be no hiding the fact that she was inebriated. What she was unsure of was how keenly Jim would be of the smell of sex and sweat on her and how nonchalantly she could head straight to the shower. Sharon turned the handle and inhaled sharply, half expecting Jim to be waiting on the other side of the door staring...