***
A half hour later, cleaned, dried and dressed in one of my old t-shirts, Tracy and I returned to the lounge room. “I have to finish my drink, after all.” Tracy laughed, the way her smile lit up her eyes still sending jolts down my spine.
My phone, forgotten in our pleasure, buzzed again. A message from my wife. Tracy leaned in as I opened it, a photo of her in lingerie I have never seen accompanied by ‘Come whenever you’d like, I’m ready for you. Room 1174’ and then a string of messages
‘Unsend’
‘Delete’
‘Retract’
‘I can explain’
‘I’m sorry’
‘Call me’
Tracy laughed as she read them, “Looks like that guilt is misplaced.” she said as she grabbed the phone from my hand. She struck a pose and leaned her face against mine as she snapped a photo, her lithe young body pressed against me, wrapped in my clothes and clearly fresh from the shower. Before I could react, she hit send.