He slipped the coin through the slot, dialed the all so familiar number and waited as the dialing tone tolled. He had made his decision. No more hiding. No more secrets and lies.

“Hello sweetheart, can I come over?” his silky voice half-begged.

“Who is this?” Sandra queried. “John, is that you? Where are you?”

He hung up quickly. What an ass? He felt like kicking himself over and over again. How could he have been so stupid? His knees almost gave way, weakening his resolve to end his marriage.

He slotted another coin, this time to end the affair.


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