Cheap neon buzzed and flickered as James slipped inside the building, hood pulled down hiding his face.
God he hated himself for doing this. Such lack of control, suck desperation, so many lies. God the lies were killing him.
Most of all though he hated betraying Cath. Since he’d lost his job she’d returned to work, now she was never home and never had time for him.
“It’s not my fault” he told himself pulling the door closed, unbuckling his jeans, “I have needs, I’m only human.”
“James what the fu…” came Cath’s voice as his boxers slipped to the floor.
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