She kept her promise but, not remembering her tardiness the previous day, repeated her actions in being later than she had planned to be. He was finished another day’s work and was in the house when she arrived. She knocked, opened the door and called out to him. He instructed that she go upstairs to where he had been. The house was recently renovated and not yet complete so there was limited furniture downstairs. As she reached the top of the stairs he met her wearing only a towel. He had just showered and was preparing to head home. She was hesitant to venture further into the house but awkwardly obeyed as he instructed her to sit at a table while he prepared a receipt. She made a mental note to try to be less tardy in the future. As he sat at the table with her, still only clad in a towel, she noticed that metamorphosis has taken place overnight and the stocky middle aged repairman with the partial Mohawk hairstyle was actually kind of handsome. He was still stocky but today, devoid of grease and overalls, he was attractive. She shifted slightly pondering how long it took to write a receipt and his inquiry about whether she was okay interrupted her thoughts and it became evident from her facial expression that she was daydreaming. She blinked quickly and muttered that she was fine, rested the money on the table and snatched the receipt which he held out to her. The next few minutes were cliche and she felt as though she was an actress in an all too familiar romantic movie. The piece of paper fell to the floor and they both simultaneous bent to fetch it. Heads collided, both yelped and neither had retrieved the fallen receipt. She sheepishly apologized as he tenderly examined her forehead to make sure that she was fine. He grinned and assured her he was okay. This Clark Kent/ Superman transformation made her nervous and she was made more nervous by the fact that she was now ogling a married man. As though in response to her thoughts, he positioned himself closer looking so deeply into her eyes she was sure he was seeing into her soul. Her body disobeyed the commands of her mind and she did not move. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest and she was certain he could hear it. Thoughts filled her head – as if being married wasn’t an absolute deal breaker, he was also older than anyone she’d cared to be with and plus he was chubby and not as tall as she preferred. None of that mattered now. His heavy heartbeat suggested he may have had similar reservations but his lips were already caressing hers. She knew that she should stop him, she knew that this was not right, but his kiss was so passionate that she dared not move. The kiss was abruptly halted and he promptly pulled away stepping back apologetically. She could see the anguish in his eyes, the guilt, for he too knew that this was not right. The chemistry between them was now very obvious and she selfishly wanted to explore it. She walked toward him and removed the hands that covered his face; they gazed at each other as though they were communicating telepathically. As if they reached a mutual decision, he held her hand and guided her to the bedroom. He removed his towel and positioned himself on the bed while she nervously undressed. Climbing into bed beside him they once again kissed. He slowly moved his way down her stomach before resting on her lady parts. He expertly parted and positioned her legs so that he could do what she later referred to as his second passion since clearly he was highly educated and experienced in this area. In addition to being private, she was also fairly sober in her love-making but that night metamorphosis seemed to also affect her because as he licked and sucked she found herself convulsing rhythmically and moaning loudly like the star in an uncensored adult film. After he was finished her legs trembled, her heart raced and she felt tears gather in her eyes and a slight smile spread across her lips. She was a myriad of emotions and frankly she was unsure of what her next move should be. This decision was made for her since, before she had time to recover, he had already positioned himself atop her, ready and waiting for permission to enter her. A fleeting thought entered her mind reminding her that she had not seen him put on a condom but the desire for him recklessly overrode that thought and confirmation for him to proceed was given. As he slid his member into her she came to realize that she had previously misjudged him. He was not as out of shape as she imagined as evidenced by the way he flipped and turned her in order for his strokes to be more effective. That night emerged a side of her that she didn’t know existed; her moans were loud and her actions, though deliberate, were surprising. Her inhibitions were absent and he explored her body in ways that had not been explored before. As he climaxed, he expelled his semen onto her stomach before collapsing on the bed next to her. A few moments later he wiped off her stomach and they both took a shower. When they were clean he retrieved his phone and returned the call he had ignored when he was busy going to work on her lady parts. He confided that his daughter had called to say that his wife was not feeling well and that any post coital conversation would have to be postponed. Although relieved that she did not have to discuss the previous events, she was torn with guilt and anguish at the betrayal that just took place. He walked her to her car, kissed her forehead and said goodbye. She was grateful that her trembling legs had supported the walk to her car and would be more grateful if they allowed her to drive home. As she drove home thoughts of the previous hour floated into her head and tears welled up in her eyes. There was no confusing this emotion; although she just had the best sex of her life, the guilt was insurmountable and she was unable to hold back the flood of tears which now came freely. The 30 minute drive home was difficult with cloudy eyes and blubbering sobs and the bitter realization that she had just broken all the rules.