**The dilemma**
To say I was getting nothing done at work the next day would be a fucking understatement. We had meetings all morning, but in my head, I was barely there for them. Thank God I have a great team, I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head and how quickly things could’ve gotten out of hand. That was of course before the pictures got out of hand. Oh my God, the pictures, when I re-looked at what I sent Lisa I couldn’t fucking believe it, like 25 of them in total like a few every minutes of various stages of me getting myself undressed, and then getting myself off.
So, the dilemma all morning was what the fuck was I going to tell my husband, equally weighing on me. What do I say to Lisa? I clearly could tell her I was trying to send those pictures to my husband and when I got her text, I didn’t realize I was replying to her, instead of him that would be an easy explanation and after all, we just spent two hours at the table talking about sex. The second dilemma, I could have pulled off that excuse had I just said that as soon as I realized what I had done. But dummy me just sat there frozen looking at the typing bubbles waiting to see what she was going to reply. Had I just acted sooner and then deliver it, we will have both been laughing about this tonight over a drink. For today what else can I do?