The confession

As early as 7am the next morning, Monica picked her purse and furiously stormed out of Tom's house. Tom had begged her all he could but she was yet to say a word to him since the slap she had received the previous night.

A cab had just dropped her back to her apartment when Tom's car came driving in with speed. She turned back from the door which she was just about opening.

Her hands on her hips, her head thrown back and slightly tilted to the left, she stared at Tom as he came rushing from the vehicle.

He was in a brown jean shorts, a sparkling white singlet which glued to his albs, and a blue beach shirt left unbuttoned. As he approached, the morning breeze blew against his shirt, exposing his sexy albs which lay hidden behind the film of white fabric.

"Babe, please. I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me..." Tom begged even before he reached where Monica stood.