That night Deb was tense when Scott came home from work. Her attitude affected his mood and soon they were snapping at the smallest of things. She knew what the problem was, of course, but wasn't willing to move past her frustration and treat her husband kindly as he really deserved. They actually slept in separate beds that night, one of the few such lonely nights in their marriage.
The next day Deb approached Scott and lied. She blamed hormones for her moods and he readily accepted the excuse. He had sensed a distance from Deb over the previous week and hormones were an easy scapegoat. Life returned to normal, except that Deb thought about and dreamed about and even obsessed about Dan, often. Yes, that was a definite problem.
Tuesday rolled around and as Deb drove into the parking lot she spied Dan's car. He hadn't even bothered to park around the corner of the building as he had the week before. He was taunting her and didn't care if she knew. Dropping off Brittney with her teacher, Deb stayed to talk to a young mother. Lisa, Brittney's mom, had arranged for Brittney to have a play date with another child after dance class. Deb and the mother quickly placed Brittney's car seat in the vehicle, checked to be sure they had the right cell numbers and Deb thanked her as she turned to leave.
Just as she was almost to her car, Dan came jogging over saying, "Ah, you're escaping. Pretty clever, Deb. I didn't see that one coming."
She ignored him as she got into the driver's seat but he maneuvered his body between the door and the car, stopping her from leaving.
"Dan, you're not getting this. I don't want to spend any more time with you. Please accept that and leave me alone." She pleaded.
"Like I said before, I don't believe you." He said, leaning down so they were face to face. "I think you're just scared about how you feel about me. I think you think about me all the time and that you regret leaving my apartment. I think you even dream about me."
Deb put both hands at the top of the steering wheel and dropped her head against her hands. She let out a cry and demanded, "How do you know any of that?"
She barely got the question out when he placed his hand forcefully on her neck and turned her toward him. His lips found hers and sensually kissed her for long minutes. She didn't fight him but was unresponsive at first. Eventually though he persisted through her resolve and they kissed intimately. Each movement of his tongue, each touch of his hands, she melted a little bit more.