My Guilt, My Shame, My Secret
I have a secret, you see. A shameful, dirty little secret. Do you want to know what it is?I have a secret. A dirty, guilty little secret. I smile through the car window and return my wife’s wave as I set off. She doesn’t know, you see. Doesn’t know that once every few months, I betray her trust and go to someone else for sexual gratification. I take a deep breath. It’s an hour’s drive – about the same as the journey to work, only in the opposite direction. As usual, I am in turmoil. My heart is thumping, and m...
