Least Said (3 page)

We
both
wore
wedding
rings,
but
took
great
care
not
to
draw
each
other’s
attention
to
them.
It
was
obvious
that
whatever
might
happen
that
night
was
going
to
be
a
one
off,
and
that
suited
me
just
fine
–
especially
when
a
team
mate
alluded
to
the
Adonis’
four
children.
I
even
remember
thinking,
a
little
drunkenly,
that
we
would
soon
see
whose
fault
it
was
that
I
wasn’t
getting
pregnant.

‘Anything
you
can
do,
Jon
–
bloody
cheating
–
Hammond,’
I
muttered
under
my
breath
as
we
crept
away
to
the
Adonis’
hotel
room
at
the
tail
end
of
the
evening,
‘I
can
do
even
better.’

We
were
all
over
each
other
from
the
minute
the
door
closed
behind
us.
He
obviously
knew
how
to
give
a
girl
a
good
time
and
I
had
every
intention
of
taking
full
advantage
of
his
evident
experience.
It
was
almost
as
if
I
had
been
taken
over
by
a
wild,
free
and
confident
woman
;
someone
as
unlike
me
as
it
was
possible
to
get.
I’d
always
been
quite
shy,
almost
prudish
–
lights
out
and
under
the
covers
–
but,
for
one
night
only,
every
one
of
my
inhibitions
was
cast
aside
and
I
was
up
for
anything
and
everything.
I’m
quite
sure
I
would
have
swung
naked
from
the
chandelier,
 
if
there
had
been
one.

What
happened
between
us
was
all
the
more
exciting
because
not
a
word
was
spoken
-
no,
not
a
single
syllable
was
uttered
by
either
of
us
throughout
the
longest,
steamiest
night
of
my
life.
We
shared
nothing
but
our
bodies.
In
the
morning,
after
one
final
session
in
the
shower,
we
each
went
our
separate
ways
without
as
much
as
a
backward
glance.
I
felt
no
guilt
or
regret
–
or
at
least
that’s
what
I
told
myself
–
why
should
I?
Why
should
I
indeed
when
I
knew
that
Jon
would
have
been
up
to
the
very
same
thing
on
his
‘business
weekend?’

Except
that
he
hadn’t
.
It
soon
became
clear
that
nothing
was
as
it
had
seemed
where
Jon
was
concerned,
especially
the
text.
The
‘weekend
to
remember’
had
been
nothing
more
than
a
promise
that
the
two
of
them
would
be
definitely
getting
the
better
of
several
competitive
colleagues
during
the
course
of
what
really
was
a
working
weekend.

Jon
told
me
all
of
this.
I’m
sure
his
honesty
was
as
a
result
of
a
heart
to
heart
he
had
with
Tina
when,
apparently,
she
told
him
a
few
harsh
facts
,
including
the
fact
that
I
thought
he
had
been
cheating
on
me.
She
must
also
have
warned
him
that
his
cruelty
in
blaming
my
weight
for
our
inability
to
conceive
would
probably
drive
me
away
in
the
end.

After
those
home
truths
he
finally
confessed
his
insecurity
–
terror,
in
fact
–
that
I
would
leave
him
because
he
couldn’t
give
me
the
children
we
both
wanted.
He
apologised
for
harping
on
about
a
weight
problem
that
was
only
ever
in
his
mind
and
assured
me
he
would
never,
ever
be
unfaithful
to
me.

Kerry,
he
assured
me,
was
no
more
than
a
friend
and
supportive
work
colleague
who
had
as
much
to
prove
in
the
company
as
Jon,
despite
being
the
boss’
daughter.
I’d
met
her
since
many
times
and
she
was
so
nice
and
so
genuine
that
I
felt
totally
ashamed
of
myself
and
my
suspicions.
It
was
obvious
to
me
that
she
was
no
more
to
him
that
a
good
friend
and
work
colleague.

Inside,
I
died
a
thousand
deaths
as
the
realisation
of
what
I
had
done
hit
me.
I
felt
so
dirty
and
deeply,
deeply
ashamed,
but
I
knew
there
was
no
way
I
could
ease
my
conscience
by
confessing
everything
to
Jon.
I
had
no
doubt
in
my
mind
that
it
would
destroy
him,
and
would
certainly
destroy
us.
How
could
he
ever
forgive
me,
when
I
could
find
no
way
to
forgive
myself?

No,
I
was
going
to
have
to
get
past
this
somehow,
put
it
right
behind
me,
pretend
it
had
never
happened,
and
get
on
with
my
life
with
Jon.
I
swore
to
myself
that
I
would
put
everything
I
had
into
my
marriage
and,
indeed,
from
that
point
on
we
were
happier
than
we
had
ever
been
before.
Even
our
love-making
took
on
new
meaning
now
that
getting
pregnant
was
no
longer
the
be-all
and
end-all.
If
my
brief
affair
had
taught
me
anything
it
was
that
sex
without
love
was
pretty
meaningless
after
all.