I was out of town on business, bored just sitting in my room, so I went down to the hotel bar just for something to do. I saw her sitting at the bar and remembered her from the conference that day. As I sat next to her we talked business, and hometowns while we drank ourselves into oblivion. Somehow, we ended up in her room tearing each other's clothes off and climbing into her bed. The next morning I woke up, hung-over with only vague memories of what we did the night before. When she opened her eyes, she saw me and then her face turned red with embarrassment. She jumped up and locked herself in the bathroom; I mumbled a good bye at her door and let myself out. That day we avoided each other and we never talked again.
On the flight home, I thought about it and just dismissed it as a drunken mistake. I vowed to myself never to think of it again and that had been my plain until my key wouldn't fit in my front door. I called my wife to see if she knew what was going on with the door locks and her curt reply was I was no longer welcome there and to make an appointment with her attorney to retrieve my stuff. She then hung up the phone without another word.
I knew it had to be about the woman at the conference, but how did she find out and more important how could I fix this if she wouldn't talk to me. I went to stay at my cousin's while my life crumpled around me. Meg had blocked all the bank accounts and credit cards, leaving me nothing but the clothes on my back.
Two days later my wife's sister, Jill called and said that Meg would talk to me at our house at seven Friday night. She said if I were late, she wouldn't open the door. I knew this was my only chance and I got there early with flowers and my hat in my hand, so to speak, I was left standing on the porch until precisely seven. Jill opened the door and without a word motioned me to come in, I could see I was going to be outnumbered but I was determined to do what it took to get back into Meg's good graces again.
In the parlor, she sat there in our big wing back chair looking almost as a queen on her throne. I bent to kiss her and she turned her head to avoid my lips.
"OK Craig, Meg has told me for some reason she still has feelings for you and although I'm against it she has talked me into arraigning some way for reconciliation between you two."
"Meg I'll do anything, I miss you so much it hurts."
"Here's the thing, she say she loves you but she feels she can no longer trust you..."
"Meg, I swear I'll never do anything like that as long as I live."
