Clean up and hide the truth.

You suddenly panic. Jake could be there any second.

You grab the dirty bedding and throw everything into the washing machine on a fast run. You jump into the shower and clean all the cum you can from your hair, your face, your body, and inside you. You feel dirty. You feel desecrated. You'd feel **** if your mind didn't keep yelling at you that you're a slut, "you little slut". His voice etches itself in your consciousness. "You little slut". It's a terrible sound. You let this happen. You're a slut, truly a slut.

You fight it. You refuse to give in. You're a strong woman. You can't let the feelings overcome you. You need to dry yourself. You need to dress.

You can't take it upon yourself to dress sexy. Not after this. Not feeling like a slut. Not when you're so sore down there. Not for Jake. You're feeling so hurt, so sad, so down. You need to fight the feeling.

You think of all the good times you've had lately. It's a short list. You work so hard, both of you. Yet your mind fights. You have a truly rewarding relationship. You want to protect it.