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The conversation lasted only two words, for the rest there was no need to speak, her reprochful glance told the rest of the story. My apologetic eyes. Her anger and humiliation.

Two words:

"I can't"

It had started six months ago at work, She was beautiful in an understated way. Graceful and classy, and increadably sexy.

It started with the eyes, the longing glances, long before any words were spoken. It ended here, in this hotel room.

After months of planning, trying to get a weekend away, the same time off work without arousing suspision, from either of our spouses.

I saw her in the lobby, she was glorious.

Passion drove us to the bed room, right until my wallet fell on the floor, open, the photo of my kids, the memories of my wife.

I dressed and left the room. She hated me.

As I left I heard her calling her husband.