What Happened.

Jenna starts to tell you the story, haltingly and still sniffling. She tells you about going back to her hotel room early, getting the text from Jason about Hannah, going back out to the bar. She tells you about Hannah being less impaired than she had been led to believe, and that she thought Hannah was trying to get her back out to dance and mingle.
"They kept calling me "Mom"! And Hannah kept telling the guys that I was great dancer back in the day, but that being married so young had made me a stick in the mud! So I got drunk and danced my ass off to show them all..." Jenna sits up on the bed now, holding her knees to her chest. "And Hannah kept pushing Jason to dance closer to me, and...it was hot. It got my heart racing, and I went outside to cool off."
This much you already know from the texts. She doesn't know how much you read, but so far, her account is borne out by the messages.
She continues, telling you about Jason joining her at the limo. They talked about life and fun, and getting older. Jason had complimented her dancing, telling her that she had the moves of a woman 15 years younger.
"I found out later...Hannah had told him to come outside and keep me company. She'd been feeding him some bullshit about my marriage being on the rocks." She stops to cry a little more. In your head, you picture Hannah. That fucking bitch. What had you ever done to her? Well, when you were sixteen, your father had slept with Hannah's mom, and her parents had gotten divorced, but that wasn't YOUR fault, was it?
"So...you went to his hotel room?" you try to keep her on track. Whatever happened, best she just lay it out, then you can decide what you're going to do about it.
"I don't know what I was thinking! I...didn't want the night to end. He was being so sweet, and funny! I was tipsy enough that I guess I didn't realize he walked me to his room and not mine." She's shaking her head now, and she seems disgusted with herself.
"We drank some more from his minibar. We played some drinking games, and for some reason, we starting making prop bets. I lost, and he said he wanted to see my panties."
Your chest tightens up.
"I wasn't about to just lift my dress and show him my ass and...." she gulps. "...well anyway, so I just slid them off and tossed them at him."
"So that's it?"
Her face drops. "No.." she won't meet your eyes now. "I lost another one. And we ended up on the bed...making out."
No. No. No. No. No. No.
You try to turn off your brain.
"Come on, Jen." your voice is flat. "Tell me. You fucked him."
{if HowBad = 0
}She looks up, eyes still red, but burning red now. "NO! I swear! His hands started going places, but that snapped me out of it! I got off the bed. I was babbling so much he was looking at me like I had two heads. I just apologized, and said I had to go! I left so fast I didn't even take my panties with me!" She looks at you and reaches out a hand to rest on your arm as she leans forward. You do your best not to pull back, but her touch feels like fire. "I swear on Jared and Riley, baby. That's as far as it went. I didn't tell you because I love you so much and didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want to hurt US!"
"So why is he still texting you?"{elseifHowBad=1
}
She looks like she's about to throw up. "Do you really want to know?" her voice has lost a lot of volume, and is laced with despair.
"Just be honest, Jenna."
She looks down. "I....I ended up giving him a blowjob." She puts her face in her hands. "I don't know what I was thinking...I was just so caught up in feeling young again and...the booze was making my head swim."
You picture your wife's lips wrapped around some asshole's cock in a hotel room in Vegas, and you don't know how to feel.
"When he...finished...I ran to the bathroom to spit. That woke me up! I came back in, and he was getting himself hard again, telling me to take off my dress, but I just bolted! I got the hell out of there so fast, I guess I didn't even think about my panties!" She's shuddering now. She's out of tears to cry, but her body is still wracked with sobs.
It's bad. There's no sugarcoating it. But you've been married for 19 years, and you yourself had gotten a blowjob from a stripper at Dane's bachelor party under similar conditions. You tell yourself this is different, but you know it isn't.
"Is that it Jenna? That's all?"
She nods without looking at you. "I...I swear."
"Then why is he still texting you?"
{elseif HowBad = 2}She looks like she's about to throw up. "Do you really want to know?" her voice has lost a lot of volume, and is laced with despair.
"Just be honest, Jenna."
She doesn't answer...she just... nods.
You knew the answer was coming. She's too much of a wreck for it to have been anything else.
"I see." You're numb. You'd gotten a blowjob from a stripper at Dane's bachelor party a few years back, but this was different. She had let another guy... You can't stop seeing images... Her bouncing on another cock, rubbing her tits, sucking his dick, taking a load on her cheating face...
She's in the fetal position on the bed now, shaking silently. She has no tears left. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry..." her voice is hoarse and quiet...
{else}
Ah Ah Ah! The only way you'd be seeing this text is if you aren't playing with scoring mode on!
{endif}
{if HowBad < 2
}"Fucking Hannah! She never told me that she's known Jason for years, that he lives here in the same county! She's been feeding him some bullshit about how my marriage is for show, and that I'm not happy, I need someone to "rescue" me. He's asked me for coffee, to dinner, or just to see me again. I don't know why i haven't blocked him..." she looks down, "maybe I'm just greedy; I like the attention." {if HowBad = 1}She drops her face onto her knees and shakes with sobs. "You have every right to be pissed, baby. I'm..... I'm so FUCKING STUPID!!!"{endif}

You think for a second on Tara. Hadn't you just had a close encounter with temptation of your own? You think about how easy it would have been for things to go further than they had, how easy it had been to rationalize, or simply not care about the consequences. And as far as knowing the whole truth, you have the text logs, on your phone now, and you can check them against what she has said very easily.{endif}