“I just couldn’t help myself!” Harry confessed sheepishly, hardly daring to look at Sandy.
It was very late, and the Greens had finally left.
“It’s all right, darling,” Sandy insisted, a smile curving her lips. Her brain was still inflamed with the memory of the past few hours, which was beginning to recede into a blur of many different positions, with Jeff and Harry and Ann. She knew that tomorrow, she would remember everything clearly, but tonight… it was getting late.
“You see,” she went on coyly, “I knew all about you and Ann!”
“You k-knew?” Harry stammered, his face crimson.
“Yes, Jeff told me,” Sandy explained airily, “and that’s why I let Jeff make love to me the first time, out of revenge!”
“All this is my fault!” Harry castigated himself, “none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me!”
“But are you sorry it did?” Sandy questioned, as she donned her frilly nightie.
“Are you?” Harry returned wonderingly.
“No, I’m not,” Sandy said emphatically, slipping into bed beside her husband. “Whatever our motives, I’ve got nothing but good out of it. If it hadn’t been for you being unfaithful in the first place, things wouldn’t have happened the way they did with Jeff, and I would never be the happy, satisfied girl I am now!”
“Are you… happy and satisfied?” Harry asked tentatively.
“Yes, and mostly because we’re friends again!”
“I really love you, Sandy… I promise you it will never happen again!”
“And I really love you Harry,” Sandy sighed, snuggling close to him, “and now I can really show you that I do… that’s what matters…”
“Nothing will ever come between us again, Sandy, I promise you…” Harry murmured sleepily.
“No, of course not, Harry…” Sandy whispered blissfully. She was content at last and she drifted off to sleep, her mind dwelling happily on the future with Harry… and tomorrow, with Jeff… and who knows after that.