A true story that happened last september, on the day Cat posted the sentence below. The irony struck me.

Conscience

I'm house-sitting for my parents for a week: quiet vacations by the sea, all the comforts of home, no rent. Bliss. Before they left, Mom and Dad made sure I knew all their neighbours by inviting them over drinks. Someone was complaining about computers and my father bragged about my proficiency. So one of the neighbours asked me to come and fix a bug on his box. He's a sixty-something retired executive or businessman, still pretty good-looking.

So I fixed the computer, and he gave me a big bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. I thought nothing of it - he's a touchy-feely kind of guy. Then we had drinks, then seafood with white wine, then lamb chops and ratatouille with a Loire red, cheese, fruit. We talked about all kinds of things - how the neighbourhood had changed, my job, computers, politics, cooking.

When he got the coffee, he told me how glad he was he'd gotten to know me, put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a buss on the cheek. Then another one. Then another one almost on the mouth. Then dead on, his tongue pushing at my lips. And I pushed back. With my own tongue. Shit, that guy kisses better than my ex ever did. I enjoyed it for a few seconds. His hand slid down from my shoulder to my tit, and I started to turn to jelly. Then I said "Stop", and he did.

We talked about it for a minute, and though I agreed with him that pleasure was a good thing, and we probably would have pleased and pleasured each other, he was married. His wife was away to a yard sale, the three of us had had drinks together the night before. I don't do married guys, period.

We went back to our coffee and our conversation, not ignoring what had happened, but considering the chapter closed. The coffee was strong enough to jolt me back from jellification. I left an hour later, promising I'd come to see them the next time I was in town.

So now my conscience feels good and all of my other parts are so bloody frustrated that I could howl.
 

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