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  “What am I doing?” Sam muttered to himself. His front door was right in front of him, but it might as well be a brick wall. “Just go in there, and tell her that what happened last night can’t happen again. I’m an adult. There’s nothing to be afraid of in there.”

  After being in gunfights, having his arms elbow deep in his fellow soldiers to keep them alive, and getting blown up, Sam thought he could face anything. Only there was a woman in his house that was the same age as his daughter that he had slept with. Now he was afraid to go in and face her.

  What if she calls the cops? He worried. Jenkins will never believe a thing I say in my defense. Or worse. What if she wants to do it again?