Part 1711 – Spousal Infidelity(??)

They separated and sat there, panting and staring intently at each other’s lips.

John made his move again. This time he caught Clarice before she could beat him to it.

He kissed her and he loved it.

The feel of her lips.

The touch of her breath.

A small part of his mind waxed antagonistically about spousal infidelity. The rest of his mind, however, waved pom-poms and shouted, “Hurrah! Spousal infidelity rocks!”

The seatbelt bit into his neck, pulling him out of the moment and back into reality. He ended the kiss and retreated.

She sat back. “Your wife was one crazy lucky woman.”

“Maybe.” John put the key into the ignition and started the car. “But I still think I was the lucky one.” He gave her an admiring look. “I still am.”

She smiled, obviously pleased. “You’d better get driving or I’ll kiss you again and we’ll never get anywhere.”

He grinned and pulled out of the parking lot.


Robin rubbed his nose and stood. “I hate to leave you after dumpin’ all that stuff on you.” He thought about it. “You wanna go out and about?”

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Now?”

“Yeah. Unless…You don’t wanna? You want me to leave?”

She stood. “Where did you have in mind?”

He smiled a big happy smile. “Where’er you wanna go. But I wanna grab my phone from home. I mean, from Raven’s place. Do you mind goin’ there first?”

She smiled back at him. “I don’t mind at all.”


John fell into his thoughts as he drove the backroad route to Father Landover’s church. Since it was dark out, he tried his best to keep his focus on the road before him. Yet, his thoughts came and turned to the woman sitting right next to him.

The feel of his lips on hers.

So natural.

So right.

So happy.

She makes me so happy.

Carolyn, I love her. I can’t pretend otherwise. I love her.

I love her.

Is it okay if I tell her?

Is it all right?

Or is it too soon?

Should I wait a little longer?

How long, Carolyn? How long is a little longer?

Oh, Carolyn. I wish I could see you. I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could hear your voice.

Even if you were just a ghost.

I miss you.

Do you miss me too? I always wanted you to miss me as much as I miss you. But now. Now, I know that isn’t fair. It isn’t right.

It’s selfish for me to want that.

Carrie, wherever you are, I want you to be happy and free.

I love you, Carrie.

Is it okay if I love her?

He cleared his throat and pulled into the church’s parking lot. “And here we are.”

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