Chapter 4
Life soon reverted to its usual boring flow. Martin returned from his drills during the last week in June and we caught up by phone as he drove home.
As we chatted, I felt a stab of guilt about Neil. Just because the s*x sucked does not mean it did not happen. The fact was, I cheated and I did not feel bad. Guilt should be beating me down. Instead, I felt let down that the s*x did not last longer.
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While my personal life seemed like a three ring circus, the spotlight shone on me at work. Kimberly and the magazine’s higher ups loved my story, which translated into cold cash. The extra funds would come in handy over the long Fourth of July weekend. The holiday coincided with the 100th anniversary of my childhood church. As direct descendents of one of the founders, my
