When Jack drove home, he felt like a total wreck. It would have been better if he didn’t see her again or shut his fucking mouth at least he had a fuck. But she called him, almost made love to him because she missed him and he told her how she missed her like crazy. The night had become a bust. A burning hole in his life like he was shot into the heart.
Then he found himself drinking in a strip joint. “What am I doing here, looking for a whore? Shit what a crazy life this is.”
A little later on, he was drunk staggering on the gutter until he sat leaning on a lamppost. He was crying. Crying for the first time in his life over a woman he was sure he fell in love with.
“I want to go back to you Jill. I want to say I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
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