Janet…
It hurt me to see Dan like this. I know he loves Anne more than anything. He has been so supportive and stood by her with all of her mental problems. They had weathered those storms together, so I knew they could weather this one.
I have loved Dan since before my divorce and before we made love. For me, it was making love, but for Dan, we were just fucking. Either way, it was glorious, and the mere thought turned me on and made me want to do it again.
The memory of Dan’s hot, sweaty body pressing me into the mattress as his hard cock fucked my hungry pussy, sent shivers through me even now. My pussy grew wet even though I knew that could never happen again.
I know I cannot have Dan. He is only my “work husband, but he belongs to Anne.” The business and our relationship depend on Dan’s mental state. Anne has damaged him, so I must help them recover and work through this. I hate seeing him in such pain, but I cannot act on my desires. No, I have to help him overcome this debacle so they can survive again.
The day was over, and I had just sat in my car when a Mercedes pulled up and stopped blocking my exit. It was Anne. She stumbled out of her car, sobbing uncontrollably. She came to my car door.
“Janet, please help me. I made a horrible mess and don’t know how to fix it. I am lost. I need to talk to Danny, but he is ignoring me. Where is he, do you know?”
I turned off my car and got out. Anne was a basket case, and I felt sorry for her. Regardless of what she had done, she deserved to be able to defend her actions, and Dan was not letting that happen.
I took her in my arms and held her, stroking her hair as she sobbed on my shoulder.
“Anne, calm down. You have to control yourself if you are going to talk to Dan. I tell you what: You can follow me to my house, and we can talk about it.” I told her.
Through her snivels, Anne agreed.
We arrived at my house. I helped Anne inside and sat her at the kitchen island. I poured us both a glass of wine and sat beside her.
“OK, tell me about what happened; tell me everything. I want all the details.” I told her.
Anne got a sheepish look on her face. She was breathing roughly as she took a swallow of wine. She wiped her face with a tissue and took a deep breath.
“I am not sure how this happened. Three months ago, I started a new yoga class at my gym. I enjoyed it. It began as a regular yoga class, then six weeks ago, it switched to a different kind of yoga. There are several types of yoga classes, and the ladies in this class, other than me, voted to convert to hot yoga, but not just hot yoga; they wanted nude hot yoga. I was not comfortable with the change and almost dropped out. They all knew I wanted to continue with yoga, so they pressed me and convinced me to stay, and I agreed. The first class turned out to be extraordinary. We were all nude for the first time. Everyone was a little self-conscious, but after we got started, it was OK.
Being in the hot room with four other beautiful naked women was stimulating. Seeing them in various poses exposing themselves was sexually titillating. I became turned on, which was odd because I had never been interested in women that way. But something happened that I cannot explain.
After a couple of weeks, I struggled with several poses, and Joslin, our instructor, started working more closely with me. She asked me to stay after class so she could help me get the poses right. I agreed, and the next session, I stayed behind, and we went into her private studio.
Joslin is a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman. Her body is exquisite, with all the curves in the right places. Her breasts are 36D natural, and her belly is tight. Her mound is waxed smoothly with a deep crease, splitting into two puffy outer lips.
She put her hands on me and placed me in the right pose as I moved not positions. At first, I just thought she was a good instructor, but after the second session last week, she started to seduce me. Suddenly, her hands were everywhere, then her mouth and tongue. I was overcome with lust and was confused. Before I left that day, Joslin had made love to me and fucked me with a big black strap-on. I had cum so many times that she completely swept me away.
As I drove home, I felt ashamed and guilty for letting it happen. I never wanted to see her again and was never going back to that class. I felt terrible. I had cheated on Danny with a woman and didn’t know how to tell him. I knew he would hate me and probably kick me out!
I lavished him with love, and we had incredible sex all that week, even up to this morning. I felt like what I did might just go away. Today was the next yoga class, and I did not go. At about 11:00 am, there was a knock on the door. I answered it, and Joslin stood on the front porch. I was shocked and scared that she was there. She stalked me and pushed me into the house as I tried to close the door.
Once inside, Joslin asked angrily, “Why did you miss the class?”
I looked at her, “We cannot do this, Joslin. I am married and love my husband. This is not right.”
“Well, you certainly loved me fucking you last week; what changed?” She questioned.
“Joslin, you seduced me. You did it, not me. I could not resist you, but I have come to my senses, and we cannot do that again.” I told her.
But before the words were out of my mouth, Joslin was on me again, kissing and feeling me up. Once again, I was quickly overwhelmed by her. She had my clothes off in seconds and dragged me to the bedroom. She dropped her bag and stripped. She pushed me back on the bed and was on me, kissing and licking every part of me. She took me. She moved down, sucking my nipples and placing little bites on my belly as she slipped down and ate my pussy. It was incredible. This woman knows a woman’s body and how to please it.
Once I had cum several times, I was at her mercy. Joslin put on her strap-on with a big black ten-inch cock attached. Then she was on me again fucking me better than I have ever been fucked, making me cum over and over. In the heat of my sexual state, I was saying things to her I had never said before and didn’t mean, but I was so overwhelmed that I was delirious.
It must have been about then when Danny came home. I never saw him, so I didn’t know he had seen us. But frankly, with what Joslin was doing to me, I could not stop it. I was totally under her spell and overcome with lust.
I could see the stress on Anne’s face and hear it in her voice. She was telling the truth, and Danny had to listen. Anne continued.
“Joslin fucked me for over an hour, and she completely swept me away. It was raw lesbian sex full of sexual passion, no love, just sex. Once she was done fucking me, she sat on my face, and I ate her pussy, making her cum all over me. She squirted in my mouth and all over my face.
My lust for her turned to guilt, and anger grew from that. I took control, pushing Joslin back on the bed and putting on the strap-on. Janet, for the first and only time I fucked a woman. I fucked her hard until she begged me to stop. But I was so angry and turned on that I wanted to dominate her. How dare her do this to me, so I fucked her through four or five more orgasms until she was crying, begging me to stop.”
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As I listened to Anne’s story, it became clear that this had not been voluntary between her and Joslin. The story was erotic, though, and I was getting turned on as I heard her description of the sex she and Joslin had. I wondered how she could get this by Dan. Could he ever accept it? Her story was innocent. She was being pursued, not pursuing, which counts for something.
“Oh Janet, how can I get Danny back? I love him so much, and Joslin is nothing to me!” Anne started to sob again.
I went to the bathroom and called Dan. He answered. “Janet, what’s up?”
“Dan, your wife is despondent. She is sitting in my living room sobbing, feeling guilty and sad. She has told me the whole story. She is innocent in this. She was stalked and seduced by her yoga instructor. Yes, she did have sex with this woman, but with no meaning, and only after she was pursued and seduced both times. You need to talk to her, Dan. You have to remember us and what we did. We need to make this right with her. There is no threat to your marriage. Anne loves you, so you need to work this out with her.” I told him, rolling it all out in one breath, not letting Dan get in a word at all. I took a breath and waited.
“OK, keep her there. I will come, and we will level the playing field. It is time to tell her about us and let this all pass. I will be there in thirty minutes.” Dan said and hung up.
I walked back into the living room. Anne was sitting with her head in her hands, sobbing. I moved and sat beside her, holding her as she collapsed in my arms.
“Oh God, Janet, I have messed up. I love Danny so much. How could I have allowed this to happen? I can’t lose him. I need him; he is my rock.” Anne sobbed again as I held her. I hoped Dan would get there soon.
I wanted Dan to surprise her and take her from me. I knew Anne’s feelings toward me would change dramatically, and she would never look at me or feel the way she does toward me again. Right now, I am her comforter, but in a few minutes, I will be the woman that her husband cheated with twice, as she had cheated with Joslin twice. It should be tit for tat, but I knew it would not be.
My God, I had fucked her husband. We cheated on her. Yes, she was in a terrible mental state at the time, and yes, Dan was desperate to help her but was being rejected, so he needed comfort with us working so close together and me being single; it was the perfect formula for cheating, and we did.
None of that made it right, and we were about to face the judge, as Anne was also facing the judge. I pray that this will all work out, that I will still be able to work with Dan, and that Anne, Dan, and I can remain friends. But somehow, I don’t think that will happen, which saddened me.
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I was a wreck. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t lose Danny. He was my whole life. I love him more than anything. What can I do?
Yes, I had cheated on my husband and deserved the aftermath I was experiencing, but I had to find a way through this, or I would die.
I was sitting in Janet, his assistant's living room, telling her everything. Janet was a friend of sorts. She was not a close friend, not someone you would usually say this sort of thing to, but she was the nearest person to Danny I could talk to, so I prayed she could help.
Janet has always supported Danny, especially when I had problems and was in and out of the hospital. I know they spent much time together during those times, and Dan considered Janet his ‘work wife.’
I always disliked that term. The connotation hit too close to home for me. It implied that she cared for all his needs at work, things I had no idea about, and that she was his emotional crutch. It also implied a closeness and relationship I felt could become too close and threatening.
Janet was single and beautiful. I knew Danny was attracted to her, and they touched each other familiarly. I was sure she knew everything about us. She was his confidant even more than I was, which was very unsettling.
On the other hand, Janet had been with Danny for years and was his right hand, who knew all his business needs and cared for him when he was away from me. Over the years, I wondered if anything had ever happened between them or if they had kept it ‘strictly business.’
I have never doubted Daniels' fidelity, though it could have happened at any time. A brief encounter, meaning nothing. A stress reliever, over his desk, taking her from behind. In just a blip in time or two, maybe, just maybe. Then again, No, that could have never happened!
Janet had come back into the room, seeing me softly sobbing as I thought about how this would end. She sat with me, comforting and returning me to this moment.
“Anne, it will be OK. Dan is a good and fair man. He will see what has happened once he is over the shock, and things will level out.”
“Oh God, I hope so; I just can’t lose him. What would I do?” I began sobbing hard again.
Then, a terrible thought came over me. What if I lost him to Janet? What if his work wife becomes his real wife, and I am cast off to the side to see them together? Oh God, No, that can’t happen, or can it?
I pulled away out of Janet’s arms and looked at her. Could she want him, and Daniel want her?
“Anne, what is it? You are looking at me strangely; what is it?”
I looked at her and saw a level of fear and concern on her face. Why would she have that look?
“Janet, other than me, you are the closest person, woman, to Daniel. He talks about you all the time. Just how close are the two of you?”
Janet’s look changed, showing a higher level of fear and concern. She swallowed hard but didn’t answer me right away, not denying or affirming anything. I thought that was odd.
“Janet, look at me!” Her eyes rose, meeting mine. They were moist. Oh God, Janet, have you and Dan. Uhhh, have you and Dan ever… God Damnit, have you fucked him?” I finally screamed out.
Janet’s face contorted, and tears ran down her cheeks.
Just then, the door opened, and Danny walked in.
The world stopped turning for one very long second.
I stood up, looked at him, and then back at a pained Janet. She started to sob.
“God Damnit, you two have been fucking. Daniel, you asshole, you cheated on me. Now you have put me through this hell when you had done the same fucking thing. What a fucking hypocrite you are. WELL, FUCK BOTH OF YOU!”
As Daniel stood in shock, and before he could speak, I turned and walked out of the house, slamming the door and making the walls rattle. I went to my car, locked the doors, and sat sobbing.
What a fucking mess this had grown into.
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After I spoke to Janet, I knew I had to get over to her house and hear what she was telling me straight from Anne.
As I drove, I thought over what she had told Janet and how, if true, she was more of a victim than a lover. Even with everything I saw and heard, what they had said to each other, the passion, and seeing them make love together. It may be true that Anne had not been a complete volunteer.
Joslin was a dominating woman both in looks and as an instructor. I imagined that spilled over into her lovemaking, too. Anne’s role was that of a submissive being told what to do. That was partly because she was a novice in women's love and needed instruction, but even more so, she is submissive by nature and likes to be dominated, though not abused.
I pulled up in front of Janet’s house and braced myself for what I knew would be a hard couple of hours of confession, repentance, and forgiveness. I hoped that, in the end, we would all come out of this without significant wounds and could move on as before.
I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and walked in, unprepared for what was happening.
There was a sudden outburst from Anne…
“God Damnit, you two have been fucking. Daniel, you asshole, you cheated on me. Now you have put me through this hell when you had done the same fucking thing. What a fucking hypocrite you are. WELL, FUCK BOTH OF YOU!”
Before I could say anything or move, Anne blew by me and out the door, slamming it and making the whole house shake.
I gathered myself and saw Janet sobbing, lying on the sofa. I went to her.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked, confused.
Janet was sobbing out of control, balled up like an infant. She would not answer me, so I stood and went out the door, seeing Anne sitting in her car and sobbing.
I stood on the porch thinking over what Anne had screamed.
Somehow, Anne knew Janet and I had been together. I know Janet wouldn’t have told her. She would have left the dirty work for me. Could Anne have figured it out, but how?
I walked down the steps toward Anne’s car. She saw me, started the car, and pulled into the street. She pulled forward as I reached the curb. Anne stopped, lowered the window, and screamed, “You are a cheating asshole, don’t come home, stay with your slut assistant. How dare you treat me the way you have when you cheated on me with your WORK WIFE! You are such a hypocrite. Do Not Come Home!”
The window closed, and Anne raced off up the street.
I had not been able to say a word since I arrived. Jesus, what the hell just happened in the last five minutes?
I quickly walked back into Janet’s house. Janet was still sobbing hard but lying on the floor now.
Fuck, this had turned into a monumental fucking mess. What do I do now?
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I stormed out of Janet’s house and slammed the door before Daniel could say anything. God, I was so fucking mad. My emotions went wild. It was a good thing I didn’t have a gun, or I would have killed them both.
I sobbed and then saw Dan come toward the car, so I backed out quickly, not wanting to talk to him. My anger flared, and I rolled down the window and screamed at the top of my lungs, “You are a cheating asshole, don’t come home; stay with your slut assistant. How dare you treat me the way you have when you cheated on me with your WORK WIFE! You are such a hypocrite. Do Not Come Home!”
I was so mad that I didn’t know what I was saying, lashing out as my emotions went wild.
I stomped on the gas and drove off. I drove two blocks and pulled over. I was shaking so badly I could not drive. I fell forward with my hands over my face, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears poured down my cheeks, and everything was wet under them.
My breathing became erratic, and a familiar feeling began to creep into my head from three years ago. That feeling of disgust with myself and my life, my marriage seemed doomed, and my husband had abandoned me for his work wife. I could not compete with her. She knew Daniel better than I did. I was lost again. I looked out and made a decision. One I made years ago, but my loving husband stopped me. But now he was gone to his lover and had left me all alone; I had no reason to stay, so I started the car and drove off.
As I drove along, I thought about where I could do it, and, once it was over, would anyone even care that I was gone? I knew my children would be crushed, and I hated that, knowing their new mother, Janet, would easily take my place. Tears ran down my cheeks, I breathed roughly, and my brain ceased thinking with reason.
I turned on the road I had been on only once before. It was in the country and not heavily traveled. It could be days before someone found me. As my depression crept in more profoundly, I knew that no one would care. No one would look for me. I was an evil woman and mother. I had cheated on my husband and family with a woman, no less. No one would miss me, so they would not look for me.
I began to talk to myself, having a strange conversation, and convinced myself I would not be missed. The speed of my car increased the longer my discussion went on, and the more confused and rambling it became. Then there it was, the last thing I would see in this life.
There was a sudden jolt, a loud noise, shaking, and spinning. I was suddenly floating and came to an abrupt crash, and everything stopped. There was suddenly complete silence and an uncommon peace about me. I felt nothing. Then I saw a white light, as I had read about when people passed over. Had I done it? Was I dead?
Then there was banging and a loud thumping. What was that infernal noise? “Stop it, stop it.” But it would not stop. I screamed, “STOP THE BANGING, STOP IT, STOP IT!”
Then my head started to hurt. I moved my head and felt a wetness on my forehead. My eyes opened, and there was blood on my hand and dripping from my head. I looked around and heard voices. They were to my left. I turned to see Daniel and Janet standing by the car window yelling at me, but there was pain and a ringing in my ears, so I could not hear them.
I was confused and had no idea what was happening or where I was. I was still alive, much to my disappointment. I would now have to face all of this fucking mess with no one to help me. I lay my head back against the steering wheel and began to sob again.
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I went to Janet and lifted her off the floor to the sofa. I was panicking now.
Somehow, Anne had figured out Janet and I had an affair, short as it was. Anne had told me years ago that she was afraid that could happen, and I had assured her I would never do that, but I had not held to my commitment, and I had cheated on Janet.
Then today, when I found saw Anne with that woman, I treated her like a whore, a low life, and berated her, tossing her out of my life, never thinking one second about what Janet and I had done. I was such a hypocrite.
“Janet, we have to find Anne. This has devastated her and could send her off the deep end again. I cannot let that happen, so I pray if it hasn’t already happened.” I looked at Janet, “You need to come with me. We have to find her.”
I pulled Janet up and hugged her, “It will be OK, but we have to go now.”
I walked to the door and looked back. “You are coming; we have to go now!”
We drove up the street, and after a few blocks, Janet barked, “Dan, stop. Isn’t that Anne’s Mercedes?”
It was so. I pulled behind Anne’s car, stopped, and ran to the driver's side. Anne was inside, banging her head hard against the steering wheel.
I screamed, “Anne, stop, stop, stop it!”
I banged on the window. Janet had joined me, screaming, “Anne, stop! You are hurting yourself! Please stop.”
After five or six minutes, Anne stopped and looked at us. She had hurt herself; her forehead was bleeding. She had been slamming her head into the steering wheel.
The look on her face was all too familiar to me. I had seen it three years ago, and now, because of what we had done, Anne is back in that horrible place again. As I looked at her, I was suddenly afraid she would never come back this time,
“I yelled as I pounded on the window, “Open the door, Open the door!” but Anne was in another world, not present now.
“Janet, go get the club from under my front seat,” I told her.
I called 911 for an ambulance and knew the cops would come, too.
I called Dr. Waldorf and left him a message: “Dr. Waldorf, it is Daniel Wilcox, Anne Wilcox's husband. Unfortunately, Anne is having another episode that may be worse than before. She has hurt herself, and I have called for an ambulance. Can you meet her in an emergency room?”
I heard the ambulance siren, and soon, the police pulled in behind us.
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I looked out the window and saw Janet and Dan. Their mouths were moving but silent, and I could not hear what they were saying. Why were they out there?
I looked at my hand and saw blood. I touched my forehead; it hurt, and more blood was on my fingers.
Then I saw a policeman. Why was he here? I looked out the front window as an ambulance pulled up. The policeman was talking now, but I couldn’t hear him. He gestured to me, but I did not understand what he wanted. I was perplexed and started to feel woozy. Then everything went back.
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“Oh God, she passed out! Get her out!” I yelled in a panic.
The policeman quickly used a tool to open Anne’s door, and the paramedics moved in, removing Anne out and onto a stretcher. She started to come around as they worked on her and put her in the ambulance.
I talked to the police, explaining what had happened and Anne’s previous mental breakdown. He wrote up a report, and we all went to the hospital. I rode in the ambulance with Anne. Janet followed in my SUV.
The next few hours were wild. Dr. Waldorf finally arrived and was with her for almost an hour. Anne seemed much better, but the doctor admitted her overnight.
I talked with the doctor and explained what had happened from my perspective. Then, the doctor gave me his feedback on what Anne was feeling. It was a complex discussion. I understood that I was Anne’s only stabilizing force before today, and when I rejected her, Anne was lost and emotionally crushed. She was barely holding on.
The Doctor also explained that Anne felt like a victim when her yoga instructor seduced her for the first time last week. She felt so guilty and stayed away from the woman. Then, when the woman showed up at your house and pushed her way inside and, against Anne’s protest, seduced her again, Anne was overwhelmed with guilt and self-loathing that she had not been able to resist the woman. Anne was lost when the woman finally left, not knowing what to do. You were her rock, but how could she tell you about what she had done? Anne slowly began to crumble.
When you sent the text messages to Anne telling her you saw them and berated her, then you attacked her for cheating, Anne completely lost it. You were the one person she could turn to, and now you had turned against her. She felt so guilty and had no one to turn to. She felt like the world had it in for her.
Anne desperately needed to talk to you, so she came to your office. She nearly broke down when you rejected her, not even acknowledging that she was in the room. Then you had her forcefully removed from the building, banning her forever. Anne felt her whole world had turned against her, and she had nowhere to turn. Seeing no way through this, Anne contemplated ending it all.
Then, in one last effort, Anne thought Janet might listen to her, and she might be able to convince you to talk with her. Anne knows how close you are to Janet and prays she will help. Out of desperation, Anne went to Janet’s home. She explained what had happened and Janet called you. You agreed to come over, but during the ensuing conversation, when Janet understood that you had not participated in the tryst with the woman, her guilt surfaced, and Anne sensed something was not right. She questioned Janet, and when Janet could not answer her, Anne figured out that you and Janet had cheated on her. That destroyed her.
Daniel, the events that followed you know about. Anne will not see you now, and it will be a long time, days, I believe, before any discussion. I will be in the room to protect both of you from the disaster in the meeting.”
I spent the next half hour explaining to the doctor what had happened with Janet. He understood how my mental state at the time and my concern for Anne’s mental health made me vulnerable to nurturing comfort from Janet. That doesn't excuse what we did, but it does explain it.
“Dan, I believe the best plan is for you to write a letter to Anne, explaining in detail all that happened around that time, how you felt, and all the emotional trauma that has occurred. I will take it to Anne and be with her when she reads it. You must be very careful about what you say and how you say it, but I will not coach you. I will only deliver the letter, support Anne while she reads it, and help her understand it afterward.
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Listening to Dr. Waldorf, I thought about what had happened and how we were both at fault. We both cheated, but only one of us had willingly cheated… ME, and TWICE, mind you!
I eagerly cheated the first time, not thinking about it as cheating, as we lay in bed satisfying our carnal desires. But I knew it was a monumental mistake, and what Janet and I had done was wrong. I had violated the vow I pledged to Anne on our wedding day. I felt very guilty but somehow justified what I had done and forgave myself due to Anne's condition and how messed up last year had been. Then, after declaring how wrong it was and stating it could never happen again, we were even worse, fucking all night the second time.
As I thought, I knew I was the true cheater, not Anne. But I had treated her like a slut, not my loving wife. My male ego was screaming at me, “SHE IS A CHEATER, SHE IS A CHEATER, BURN HER!!!”
God, I mistreated her, and look what has happened now. I may have emotionally destroyed the woman I love and driven her away forever!
“Doctor, I will write the letter and have it for you tomorrow. What can I do now, anything? I want to see Anne and apologize to her for everything: my cheating, my attitude, my reaction to her actions. I have to talk to her!” I said, almost in a panic.
“Daniel, please calm down. There is nothing to be done. Anne is sedated now and will sleep through until tomorrow. You bring the letter to my office and stay away from the hospital. I will be in touch with you later tomorrow after I take the letter to Ann to read. Until then, you must get your head straight and be prepared for Anne’s response to your letter.” The doctor said.
“And one more thing. You need to stay away from Janet! Let her handle your business, but there is no physical contact. Do you understand??”
“Yes, I understand, doctor. That is already in motion. I will go home now and compose the letter. Thank you, doctor. I will call you if I have questions and see you in the morning.” I said as I shook his hand and left the room for home.
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The emergency room doctors treated the cut I had made on my forehead and calmed me down. The cut was not too bad, so they used surgical glue so there would be no scar.
Doctor Waldorf came to see me since I was acting crazy again. I told him what had happened with Janet and Danny, their cheating, and my cheating episodes with Joslin.
I told the doctor how messed up things were and how Daniel had treated me the way he did, even after he had cheated on me with Janet. “He was a hypocrite,” I shouted. Then, Dr. Waldorf listened to the mental episode I experienced when I decided to remove myself from the picture permanently. I told him it was all so real that I thought I was racing down the road and launched off the cliff. I saw a flash of white light, heard banging, felt pain in my head, and saw blood. I wondered if I was dead. I was very worked up after all that I should have been. I needed to calm down and sleep, so I was prescribed a sedative.
I told the doctor one last thing. “I remember seeing Daniel and Janet banging on my car window, yelling for me to ‘STOP’! I didn’t understand that, and then I woke up in this bed, still alive. I am not sure I was happy about that doctor, but I am alive, so I guess I was not supposed to die like that, leaving my family to deal with that mess and traumatizing my children.”
The doctor talked to me, telling me about Daniel and how he felt now. He said Daniel wanted to see me and explain things, but that would have to wait. My brain was flitting from one thought to another. Confusion prevailed. I needed sleep, and finally, the doctor's words faded as the sedative took over, and I drifted off to sleep.
Part - Final Ready
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