I stayed awake for two hours to make sure of no concussion then took a Naproxen to make sure I wouldn’t tighten up like a board during the night and...other than a little soreness that I still have. That was that.It was a dissonant experience though. People were concerned for me which I’m glad of. The part that confused me was they were acting like this was some sort of major painful injury. I didn’t say anything but I was thinking “Haven’t any of you felt real pain before?”. It hurt. I would. Days when I held in my mind her face, her voice, her words, her tone, her assurance, her nuances of expression, the look on her face as she spoke. Days when I was sure that I'd failed, then hopeful I had not.Days when I wished I'd not said what I had, and had said what I hadn't. Days when I cringed at my clueless presumption when I asked for her name.Days of sitting in front of the screen and the keyboard, pressing Refresh in the hope of her answer, then pacing the room, then pushing Refresh. She says it in a seductive way in a naughty tone, I stammer and say sure let’s go and in the same tone say, I’m very hungry too and ask her, how long have you been married? She says 5yrs now, wow! You don’t look 5yrs married type, you’re so young looks as if you just got married yesterday, like a new bride, you have maintained yourself pretty well, and I just go blank thinking what did I say and look down and say sorry.She looks at me and bursts into laughter and said no raj, I have put on. Then he spanked her, little stinging spanks he alternated with pushing fingers inside her.But it wasn't just work and home, and it really wasn't just sex. He tries to think of things besides their sex. On weekends they sometimes drove up into the Smokies. In the summer they rafted or kayaked, once on the French Broad River, the other times with the hoards of weekenders on the Nantahala. Even thinking of those weekends, it's mostly the sex that stays with him. Anne looking for public places.