From surprise to surprise #2

As I do several times a week, I start my day with a little workout, just to keep in shape. Paul is having breakfast and I find it a bit difficult to look him in the eye. I'm probably feeling guilty for having let myself get carried away by my craving for the moment, without thinking too much about the consequences. I have to admit that our reunion, which got out of hand last night, kept me thinking all night. Between guilt and wet memories, I wondered if I hadn't crossed a rubicon. My girlfriend's son, 20 years apart... maybe I'd given in a bit too quickly. At the same time, my ego was flattered to be one of her fantasies and feeling desired by such a handsome young man gave me wings. Few partners have turned me on like he did. What's more, nature endowed him with an extraordinary sex drive which, once the fear had passed, gave me an unforgettable experience. I could take advantage of him all week to find another way of releasing endorphins other than sport. Oh dear, I'm hesitating: do I make the most of the week with him or do I go back to being wise and reasonable? Well, a good shower will clear my head.