I scooted down as far as I could in the seat and breathed in and out. The police car took off and I glanced back over the seat, and saw the Pastor pul... in behind us. ‘Shit.’ ‘Something wrong Mrs. Croft?’ the police officer asked. ‘Huh?’ ‘You seemed scared.’ ‘We’re being followed.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘We’re being followed!’ The officer looked in his rearview mirror and studied the car. ‘Well it sure looks that way. But that’s okay, we’re just going to the station. You can call your husband there.’ ‘Oh,. She finally looked up at me and said, “Would you mind closing the door? Please!”So I closed the door but I stayed inside the bathroom with her. She smiled at me and I heard her pee splashing into the water in the toilet bowl. I saw the look of relief on her face and had to smile because that was the expression that I had just a few minutes ago too.Finally she said to me, “Well my name is Amanda and I really had to go.”I replied, “Yeah! I could tell. I did the same thing a few minutes ago. Again he rehearsed it. She had condemned him without a trial; she had divorced him; she had him beaten up; she had deprived him of a happy marriage; she had deprived him of many friendships, she had been fucking that toe-rag Liam. He was angry at that; he resented her arrogance and bitterness, her righteousness so stupidly misplaced.Now she was sorry. Now she was experiencing the regrets he had experienced. Now she felt the guilt and the shame. Now she understood something of what he had. His reaction was automatic; he felt a pang at his heart and his cock got hard. He walked over to where she sat, pushed her back onto the couch and lay on top of her, kissing her face and lips and tears. A minute later he was fucking her, his cock thrusting through his open zipper, both of them still fully dressed, the front of her skirt raised just enough to expose her thighs. Afterwards, they lay in close embrace for a long time, whispering and murmuring to each other, ringing in variations on.