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,"...