Steemit Engagement Challenge S5-W6: THE END…

  

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I woke up hearing the voice of my wife, "Wake up, it’s already nine."

I now realized that I consumed way too much alcohol the previous night and did something I shouldn’t have done that I was gonna regret for the rest of my life.

All the liquor I drank last night had frozen in my mind and was about to explode. I was feeling so sick that I could not even get up.

I said, "Let me sleep for some more time." It’s Sunday, so it won’t make any difference."

I heard my wife say it again, "You remember this is Sunday morning, but do you remember what you did last night?"

It was a Sunday morning, so I could lie in bed as long as I wanted to, or as long as my wife would let me. But I could not even move. If I moved a little, the nerves in my head would start throbbing and a deep, severe pain would start.

So I didn’t get up but decided not to take off my dinner jacket, buried my face in the pillow, and tried to sleep again.Image

My mind immediately went back to the previous evening. The trees in the cool green meadow lit up in colorful lights, music wafted through the summer night air, and all of us were drinking wine. The women looked even more beautiful and attractive than they really were.

It was a dance and song party for the five of us friends, and our wives were also friends with each other. I guess we men appeared to be more interested in the wives of others than in our friends this evening.

We all probably knew this, but according to the rules of our society, we did not want to accept it. We were pretending and praising our own wives. It was wrong, but it worked, and we remained as close as possible to each other’s wives.

I had decided that day that I would prove myself. Actually, I don’t even like alcohol much, and I don’t find it tasty either. But at our party, drinking was proof of being a man. I was proud to be popular, but I felt it necessary to provide proof of being a man because my friends had raised doubts about my being a man. So I had decided that today was the day.

I emptied several bottles of beer and continued to believe that it was no big deal. I drank glass after glass at last night’s party to show my masculinity, as I wanted to be at the top of the men’s list tonight. And beer was not the only drink; I drank everything available in the house.

When excessive beer entered my stomach, then its effect started showing. I had to go to the toilet several times. However, standing on the lawn, I told myself that enough was enough and I should stop now.

"You’ve got it," I told myself. Don’t act too stupid. You know that if you go too high, you will be completely useless. Then I remembered the adage, "Only half the intoxication is a good intoxication." But when I returned to the table, my friends started joking, "Done with the drinks?"

"You were talking big." Many of them started laughing and taunting, so I started the second round.

Now alcohol was affecting me. The girls were looking at me suspiciously. I had already decided that I would prove it. So I smiled at those drunk people and started drinking, but it showed its effect on me already. Then I thought I should dance. The wine would evaporate if I tried to dance. I went to the dance floor with shaking steps. I don’t remember who my partner was. Now I just remember that I found that girl very attractive.

She was smiling and laughing all the time, and all I could see were her white, shining teeth. She was shaking her head backward and started laughing while looking at the moon. I felt like I wanted to put my fingers in the dimples on her cheeks and caress her hair swaying on her face. This desire grew stronger with each passing moment, but I tried to restrain myself.

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She was beautiful and shy, which increased her attraction. She was attracting me, and I knew I shouldn’t be dancing with her anymore, but I kept dancing. My willpower started getting influenced by her soft and magnetic touch. I tried my best to stay away from her, but I could not escape the lust I felt at the touch of her body.

That’s why I brought her closer to me and hugged her tight, but she didn’t protest. She kept dancing with me.

Then, despite several warnings ringing in my mind, I forgot the ballroom dancing rule and tradition. Later, I realized my mistake. But then it was too late. I was drunk, so now I can’t remember what I did, but yes, I remember taking her to a room. I felt as if I were doing what I wanted to do in a dreamlike situation. Suddenly, I untied a strap on her chest and put that piece of cloth in my pants’ pocket.

The Next Morning

Suddenly, my dream broke as I touched this soft, silky cloth in my pocket. I felt it couldn’t be a handkerchief; it had stitching and laces on it. I slowly drew it out; it was a silk bra.

Did I make that mistake? Oh, my goodness, I was having a panic attack. I got very upset, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Was I so badly drunk?

What will my wife say if she finds out? She had warned me she would not tolerate infidelity. I was worried—had I made that mistake and ruined my family life?

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I recalled her warning, "If you do it once, I will do it a hundred times." Will she invite people to my house to correct my mistake repeatedly? No, my wife should not know this.

I heard the voice of my wife calling me. I immediately put "that" thing in my pocket and started moaning while pretending to be drunk.

"Get up now," she said loudly, "you must get a punishment for what you did last night."

I was confused and worried now. How much did she know? I moaned again and went to the bathroom, holding my head between my hands. I will destroy the evidence of my sin.

I took it out of my pocket and tore it into pieces. Then I threw it in the toilet and flushed it down the drain. Now I could face my wife.

"Did I drink too much last night?"

"Yes, too much!" she exclaimed.

"Did I misbehave?" I asked.

"You bet. You always do!" She said it tauntingly.

"What have I done?" I asked.

"The same nasty acts you always do when you’re drunk." "Where is my... that thing you kept in your pocket?"

My headache disappeared as if someone had driven a nail into my head and did not pull it out.

I sat down on the bed and saw the end of my unfulfilled dream—the end of a dream that few married men probably see, but few end up as I did.

THE END
ᴮᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵐʸ ʷᶦˡᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᶦⁿᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ

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