Her face looked so innocent and pure to him. His wife was the most virtuous woman in the whole goddamned world.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she began to feel sorry for him. She was the guilty one and he was being punished. She couldn't tell him about John. If he couldn't see the guilt written all over her face it wasn't her fault. She wished she could be alone for awhile; she needed to think about what had happened to her and what she was doing to Tom.

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I have," he said, looking deep into her watery eyes. "I know I promised to fuck you this morning, but how the hell could I know one of the machines would break down. I've got to go back to the plant."

Did she hear him right? Was her prayer being answered? Would she have the time she needed to think things through? She didn't say anything; she only looked at him wonderingly.

"I'm sorry, darling. I know how much you wanted me to fuck you but I can't do it. I have to be at the plant within the hour." He apologized, taking her hands in his. "I'm the only one capable of repairing the machine. It's ironic that this happened when you need me the very most."

"Will you have time to eat breakfast?" she looked at him wonderingly.

"I'm afraid not, darling," he smiled down at her. "I'm holding everything up by being here right now. I need to get back at once."

"Wake the children for me," she said as she managed to sit on the edge of the bed. "Ill get their breakfast ready for them."

"You're not mad at me for leaving, are you?" he asked, dragging his finger tenderly between her puckered pussylips. "I can't help this."

"No! I'm not mad," she tried to sound calm, relieved she wouldn't have to face him for a few more hours. "I realize you have a job to do."