"I'm proud of you, son. I'm proud of the way you've turned out, dedicating yourself to helping others in the way that you have. But you're not quite a...finished product yet, after all. Fix it, or move on. Now, did you see that goal that Billy Bonds scored the other night? Brilliant, it was!"Simon scrambled to let his brain catch up with his father's abrupt change of subject. He filed away his father's speech and tried to be enthusiastic about his father's beloved West Ham United. But afterwards. I slammed the door and the rain reminded me I had left my coat, the light blouse I had on was sodden in seconds. I half ran to one of the shelters and stood there, seething and dripping. I had virtually thrown myself at him and he had cut me dead, it was too much to bear.Another car crunched onto the car park, I ducked back as the headlights lit up my shelter, it fetched up close and the lights went out, but the instrument lights stayed on inside, lighting the interior like Christmas. Music. Having finished half the strong screwdriver, a fitting name i thought, as i couldn't help but grin, I was setting it down on the shelf as I could see a vague outline of him standing there with only a matted glass shower door between us. He opened it calmly, staring at me with a smile. I said nothing. Legs spread, my nipples hard from all the scenarios rushing through my mind, drenched from the now steamy hot shower. I just sat there waiting for his move.He stepped away from my sight for what. Now I was the guilty party."I made all sorts of promises to myself before I got home. I'd never cheat on you again. I'd talk to you and maybe suggest counseling. I'd make it up to you somehow. I'd do anything to get our marriage back on track. I tried; I really tried to live up to those promises. But Alan didn't go away. Now that he had gotten to me once, he kept on pushing my buttons."Anne sighed. It was obvious that she didn't feel comfortable telling me about her affair with Alan. I couldn't.