Chapter 2

When May left later that afternoon, I was on a bit of a love and sexual high. I mean, I felt like I liked that girl.

Then it all came down on me, mentally, like a ton of bricks when Hubby and Shelly got home.

I had cheated on my husband.

With a woman.

With a girl, a 14-year-old girl.

A girl as old as my daughter.

I had cheated on my husband with a 14-year-old girl, one of Shelly’s friends in school.

Fuck.

I tried putting on a regular face that evening and have no fucking clue if I was successful or not. Hell, it seemed I saw neither of them as it was, so maybe they didn’t see any difference in me.

But I sure did.

Any car I saw slowing near me for the next few days was a cop.

Any cop I saw was after me.

Anybody looking at me was a cop.

I felt guilty about the whole thing. Here, I had taken advantage of an underage girl and had sex with her – something like that could scar a person up for life! I sure as hell did not want to hurt anyone, and was afraid that I might have hurt her.

My nerves were on edge.

At work, I tried putting on my usual face, but once again, I was unsure if I was successful. Nobody seemed to pay me any attention. Then again, did they really before that?

Whenever I ran in the morning, I purposely avoided the paths and times I might see May.

Honestly, I have no idea why that was. I liked the girl, but I think I was just afraid of something bad happening. So, I guess I thought I would solve the problem by ignoring it, and it would disappear.

But we live in a small town. It is difficult to avoid anyone, especially in our neighborhood.

One morning, near the end of the school year, I ran up behind May as I was finishing up a morning run. I did not see her until the last moment, when I rounded the block and headed towards the garage. And with my stomping footsteps, it was hard for me to be stealthy and hide from her.

So, I finished my run, tried to look casual, and waved at her as I put my hand on the door.

“Hey, Mrs. Parker! Boy, am I glad to see you,” May said.

I was glad to see her, too. The moment I looked at her face, those feelings returned.

Yeah, I had a bit of a crush on the girl.

“Hi there, May,” I said with a sweet smile. “Long time no see.”

She looked down and blushed a little. “Yeah, about that. I am sorry.”

She was sorry? What was she sorry about? I was the one avoiding her.

“I feel like I have been avoiding you a little bit, and I feel terrible about that.” She cleared her throat and looked around. “Hey, can we talk in the garage? I feel like everyone’s looking at us.”