Nothing unusual

As Amanda parked the car, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the potential scrutiny. She walked around to help Abigail out of her car seat, her movements stiff with tension. Hand in hand, they made their way towards the field where Martin's team was practicing.

Amanda scanned the gathered parents, relief washing over her when she didn't immediately recognize anyone. She guided Abigail to the sidelines, finding an empty bench where they could sit and watch the practice. As she settled her daughter, Amanda subtly adjusted her hair, making sure it obscured the love-bites as much as possible.

Her eyes drifted to the field, watching as Martin kicked the ball with newfound confidence. Amanda's gaze lingered on her son, pride swelling in her chest despite the turmoil within. She glanced around at the other parents, her nerves taut as she anticipated the moment one of them would approach. As the minutes ticked by and no one seemed to take notice, Amanda began to relax slightly, her breathing evening out.

Abigail bounced excitedly beside her, pointing out her brother's impressive skills. Amanda managed a genuine smile, appreciating this rare moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of her recent choices.

As the practice wound down, Amanda prepared to make her escape before the other parents had a chance to engage her in conversation. She stood up, smoothing out her skirt and grabbing Abigail's hand. As the practice came to an end, Amanda watched as Martin jogged over to them, his face flushed with exertion and pride. He greeted Abigail with a quick hug before turning to Amanda with a grin.

"Mom, did you see me score that goal? I faked out the other guy and kicked it right past him!"

Amanda smiled, her heart swelling with maternal pride even as a part of her remained preoccupied with thoughts of Seth and the lingering marks on her body. "I did, sweetheart! You were amazing out there."

Martin beamed at the praise, oblivious to the inner turmoil his mother was experiencing. Amanda glanced around nervously, noticing a few of the other parents starting to gather their things to leave. She quickly ushered Martin and Abigail towards the car, wanting to make a swift exit before anyone could stop her for conversation. As they reached the vehicle, she noticed a woman she recognized from the PTA board watching her with a peculiar intensity. Amanda's heart began to race as she fumbled with the car keys, her hands shaking slightly as she tried to insert the key into the lock. Martin and Abigail climbed into the backseat as Amanda finally managed to unlock the car. She quickly started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

As they drove home, Amanda's mind wandered to the marks on her body - the handprints on her buttocks, the love bites on her neck, and the ache between her legs. As Amanda drove home from Martin's soccer practice, her mind continued to race with thoughts of Seth and the undeniable marks of their passion. The lingering ache between her thighs was a constant reminder of the intense pleasure he had given her, even as the guilt gnawed at her conscience. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, as if the entire neighborhood could see the secrets etched upon her skin.

Pulling into the driveway, Amanda took a deep breath and tried to compose herself before exiting the car. Martin and Abigail bounded out, eager to get inside and escape the summer heat. Amanda followed behind them, her eyes darting nervously towards the Rogers' house next door. Seth's silhouette flickered behind a curtain, and Amanda's pulse quickened at the memory of their last encounter. As she walked up the steps to her front door, she noticed a fresh mark on her wrist that she hadn't seen before - a faint purple bruise in the shape of Seth's thumb and forefinger, a silent reminder of his possessive grip during their most recent tryst. Amanda's hand trembled slightly as she unlocked the front door, the memory of Seth's touch lingering on her skin. She ushered Martin and Abigail inside, her mind preoccupied with the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire that had consumed her since that morning. As she closed the door behind her, Amanda took a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts of their last encounter.

"Mom, can we have some ice cream?" Abigail asked, her voice pulling Amanda back to the present.

Amanda **** a smile. "Sure, sweetie. Go wash your hands and I'll get it for you." Amanda made her way to the kitchen, her movements hesitant and distracted. As she reached for the ice cream carton, her phone buzzed with a new message. Setting the frozen treat on the counter, she retrieved her phone from her pocket, her heart racing as she saw Seth's name on the screen. The message was simple: "I can still smell you on me. I want more."

Amanda's breath caught in her throat as she read the words, her body responding immediately to the memory of their encounter. She quickly deleted the message, her guilt resurfacing as she thought of her children upstairs. As she was about to put the phone away, another message arrived: "I'm thinking of you. Your moans, the way you taste, how tight you felt around me."

Amanda's face flushed as she hastily responded, her fingers flying over the keys: "Stop. My kids are home. We can't do this now."

But Seth was relentless, his next message coming almost immediately: "I don't care. I need to see you. Meet me in the garage in 10 minutes."