Home again...

{if TaraCarSex = 1
}
You pull into the driveway, swallowing your ill-ease as you kill the engine. You've done what you can to clean any smells or evidence of the sex session.
"It'll be okay, James." Tara pats your arm as she opens the door. "I'm a good actress."
You walk inside, treated to the sight of Riley and Allison crashed on the couch, in each others arms. Karen is curled up on the loveseat in her cocktail dress, still. There's a wastebasket next to her, and some water and pepto-bismol on the end table.
The television is flickering quietly with some reality show.
"I'm going to go get changed. I have some clothes I stashed in Jared's room for times like this."
As she heads down the hallway, Jenna descends from the upstairs in a blue silk robe. her feet are simply slippered, and you can see a pretty set of lingerie underneath.
"Hey..." Jenna's a little wobbly, and her face is scrubbed clean of makeup, hair slightly damp.
"Hey sorry I wasn't here when you got back."
{if Jenna >30
}"It's alright, babe. That was sweet of you to go get her. I was under the impression that you didn't like her very much."
"I don't dislike her. Besides, she was in trouble. She had no one else, what was I supposed to do?" you smile and wrap your arms around your wife. I need to stop this before I ruin everything.
"{else
}"Is there something I should know, James? For six weeks, you barely say two words together to this girl, and tonight, you're her white knight?" Her arms are crossed beneath her breasts.
"You're always telling me to be nicer. I thought I would give it a shot." You work hard at innocence. "She had no one else to turn to, Jenna. And you heard what that scumbag boss of hers did. That's just unacceptable."
Jenna steps closer, and finally slips her arms around you. "That's all it is?" She looks up at your through those beautiful lashes.
Lying to her is the most difficult thing you've ever done. "Yes, baby." You kiss her, and she grabs your face with both hands.
"Ok. {endif
}Where is she? I want to talk to her about what happened."
"She went to change out of that horrible uniform. How was your night out? And where's Jack?"
Jenna laughs. "Well as you can see, Karen had a good time." Karen shifts on the love-seat, and mumbles "...give me eeeeeverything, tonight...."
You and Jenna both chuckle. "She's going to be useless tomorrow. As for Jack, after he dropped us off, he met up with some work buddies and they went drinking. He texted twenty minutes ago that he's going to sleep it off one of their couches rather than drunk drive back here."
"Smart, for certain values of the word 'smart.'"
Tara appears at the end of the hallway in a pair of loose PINK sweatpants and a dark green tanktop with wide straps. She's washed her face and is looking tired.
"Oh, honey..." Jenna glides over to her and gives her a hug. "I'm so sorry about what happened. I don't care what happens: get out of that fucking job! Sorry... excuse my language, honey."
You can see the conflict in Tara's face, receiving this love from the woman she was betraying with you not an hour ago. She maintains her composure though.
"Ok."
"Hey, Kayla's been after me to hire a few office assistants for the summer. As long as you can answer phones, work basic software and be presentable, I think it might be a good alternative. Riley's probably going to do it to."
"I'll... I'll think about it, James." The girls head off onto the deck. The air has cooled off, but it's still comfortable.
The events of the day are crashing into you, hard. You decide to hit the sack before you get yourself into any more trouble. {elseif TaraCarSex =0
}As you pull into the driveway, you notice Jack's SUV parked at a slightly skewed angle. Jesus, he better not have driven drunk with Jenna in the car.
As you enter the house with Tara, the quiet strikes you as unsettling. The television is flickering on some reality show, and Riley and Alli are passed out snuggled together under a blanket. On the loveseat...{else
}You pull into the driveway, and Tara gives you a smile. "Thanks so much for everything. If there's any trouble with Jenna, I promise I'll smooth it over."
"She'll be fine." You hope.
You walk inside, treated to the sight of Riley and Allison crashed on the couch, in each others arms. Karen is curled up on the loveseat in her cocktail dress, still. There's a wastebasket next to her, and some water and pepto-bismol on the end table.
The television is flickering quietly with some reality show.
"I'm going to go get changed. I have some clothes I stashed in Jared's room for times like this."
As she heads down the hallway, Jenna descends from the upstairs in a blue silk robe. her feet are simply slippered, and you can see a pretty set of lingerie underneath.
"Hey..." Jenna's a little wobbly, and her face is scrubbed clean of makeup with hair slightly damp.
"Hey sorry I wasn't here when you got back."
"It's okay baby. I understand." She gives you a kiss. "My man needed to rescue a 'princess.' What a scumbag."
"The guy at the bar, or the boss?"
"BOTH!"
"Okay drunkie, there's no reason to shout." You laugh and hold her tight. "I take it from Karen over there that dancing was good."
"It wasss soo fffucking good, baby." She giggles. "I'm fine, I really am. Karen went a little crazy."
"Where's Jack?"
Jenna grimaces. "He met up with some buddies after dropping us off. He's sleeping it off at one of their houses."
"Better than driving drunk I suppose."
Tara emerges from the hallway wearing PINK sweatpants and a dark tanktop with wide straps. Her face is washed and her hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
About 20 minutes later you all find yourself sitting in your bedroom, talking through what happened at the restaurant.
"I'm so sorry, Tara. That's so gross..."
"You should come work at my office instead, Tara. Kayla's been after me to hire some office assistants. And Gary needs one too." Gary is your head of sales. "Riley's probably going to do it, too."
Tara looks hesitant. "Maybe..." her face is suddenly filled with guilt. Is she worried that working with you will be dangerous for the both of you?{endif
}