This is so much fun to write! Famous 99 and britgirl2003, thanks for your reviews on the first chapter, i totally messed it up and reloaded it and blah blah blah.... oh and famous99? lol its definitly meant for a chuckle.

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"Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating."

"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders."

-Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind.

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Love. Noun. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance. An intense emotional attachment. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.

Love. Verb. Loved, lov·ing, loves. To have a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward (a person): To like or desire enthusiastically. To thrive on; need.

"I love you Sandy." She repeated to herself in the car, glancing for the hundredth time in the mirror and adjusting her looked.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. ILOVEYOU! I. Love. You."

'Your in trouble, actually technically double trouble. You're double the trouble in a bubble. You're head deep in rubble, trouble, double your troubles in bubbles, and cover them in rubble.' Mr. Irrational sang.

'You know, you're really getting annoying.' Mr. Rational pointed out. 'Lets think about this for Kirsten, we can't rush into anything.'

"Shit, what do I do?" She whispered to no one as she pulled up to her house, got out of the car and began walking to the front door.

Maybe, just maybe she could sneak into the house, take a shower and actually pretend nothing happened. That's it. She would just play it off like nothing ever happened, it would fade away into the sun and no one would ever mention it ever again.

Denial. De·ni·al. Noun. A refusal to grant the truth of a statement or allegation; a contradiction. A refusal to accept or believe something, such as a doctrine or belief. An unconscious defense mechanism characterized by refusal to acknowledge painful realities, thoughts, or feelings.

"Hey honey!" His wonderful, deep voice greeted her and she smiled nervously at him. He walked over and placed a tender kiss on her lips.

He looked puzzled, "You okay," he pulled back and gave her the once over.

'Oh, she's okay she got fucked. Literally. Fucked like a duck, in a truck, without any luck.' Mr. Irrational chuckled. 'Like a duck. Heh.'

She paled. "Yeah sure, I'm just tired." 'I just cheated on you with Jimmy Cooper, that's all. No Biggie.' Mr. Rational spoke up.

He smiled uncertainly at her and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She smiled lightly at him, leaned over to kiss his cheek and then began to walk into the kitchen, dropping her purse off on the end table.

He looked at her, his eyes held puzzlement and confusion as she had just blown him off. Shrugging, he followed her.

Walking in the kitchen he watched as she poured a huge glass of wine and drank it quickly. "Something I should know about?" His voice held concern.

She almost dropped the glass. "No. Why? Cooper."

"Huh?"

"JULIE Cooper – Nichol, whatever she is, she just drove me nuts today," she gave him a fake smile.

Sandy grined affectionately and kissed her shoulder.

She froze. Then relaxed. 'Jimmy had kissed your shoulder. Oh God, what if Sandy could smell Jimmy? What if he could smell her, what if she smelled different, like. Like, Ew don't make me say it. Fine, like sex. Like she and Jimmy just had sex. Oh that's so gross. Oh even the thought. Blah. Go get a shower.' Mr. Rational yelled loudly.

Again his eyebrows went up in puzzlement.

Li·ar. Noun. One that tells lies. A person who has lied or who lies repeatedly.

'Jimmy kissed you there. He kissed you there, he kissed you where?! Oh wow, he kissed you just about everywhere! Liar, Liar, pants on fire, now you need to go a little higher and find a buyer! Lie until your caught, that's what I always say.' Mr. Irrational finally gave some good advice.

She smiled at him before taking her newly refilled glass of wine out of the kitchen and up into the shower passing Seth on the way.

"Hey mom," he said with a dazzling smile and a raised eyebrow to her almost overflowing glass.

"Hey sweetie," she said passing him in a rush, her face flushing.

"You look frazzled, Mom, you should get some sleep, or take your aggression out on dad. I can't believe I just said that, oh that's totally gross. Oh nasty."

She froze.

Deep breath. Swallow. Good. Continue. 'You did the nasty earlier,' Mr. Rational pointed out.

Choke.

Re-securing her grip on the glass she continued and then shut the door to her bedroom.

'Yeah you do look a little frazzled there. Maybe a little razzled even? I would be frazzlily-razzily too if I just got laid by the wrong man, who had a master plan, that you fell for like a woman named Diane.' Mr. Irrational sang, irrationally.

'Oh My GOD, would you please, shut up, Dr. Seuss? PLEASE? Just shut up for like twenty minutes?' Mr. Rational yodeled.

Silence.

'Thank you.' Mr.Rational said nicely.

Silence.

'I could use your help without you rhyming. You are quiet intelligent you know.' Mr. Rational spoke.

Silence.

'Fine. What are you going to do Kirsten?'

'Sandy can't know. He simply can't. Neither can Seth, nor Ryan. You have to forget this ever happened. And you need to stop freaking out when your affectionate husband places a kiss somewhere. Hell, do what I would do, sleep with him.' Mr. Irrational spoke out, more rationally than Mr. Rational himself.

If Mr. Rational would've had a jaw, it would have fell to the floor. 'Well spoken.... You would sleep with her husband?'

Silence.

Forget. For·get. Verb. To be unable to remember. To treat with thoughtless inattention; neglect. To fail to mention. To dismiss from the mind; stop remembering.

How could she forget that Jimmy's hands were all over her, that they touched her skin? They held her where Sandy had touched her earlier. How could she just simply forget? Every single time she felt Sandy she thought, "Oh no Jimmy, what have we done?"

Sandy would be pissed off. No, he would, be more than pissed off, and maybe more than infuriated. There was a level of pissed off that she didn't even know of. She didn't even want to go there.

Piss. Verb. pissed, piss·ing, piss·es. See also: Phrasal Verb: piss off. To make or become angry. Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal.

'Sandy will be pissed, he won't want to kiss, he'll definitely diss', you. He probably won't miss you.' Mr. Irrational started again.

Sandy would be over the top, the 'shit storm rising from the east' type pissed. The please don't ever talk to me again I want a divorce type pissed.

"Oh God."

'Dammit, she said it. She said the 'D' word.' Mr. Irrational spoke rationally.

'Oh hell not the 'D' Word. . Just don't tell him everyone will be a lot happier not knowing…He'll NEVER know. I won't say anything.' Mr. Rational piped in.

Divorce. di·vorce. Verb. di·vorced, di·vorc·ing, di·vorc·es. To dissolve the marriage bond between. To end marriage with (one's spouse) by way of legal divorce. To cut off; separate or disunite.

Oh God. She couldn't be without Sandy. What would she do? He was her everything, his kisses were the ones that calmed her, or aroused her. He was there when she needed him, even though she pushed him away. He never cheated with Rachael even though she suspected he had because of how much time she had spent with him. Then she goes off and kisses Jimmy. Oh God. She was a horrible person.

What was she going to do if he left?

'Sleep with Jimmy?' Mr. Irrational asked.

'She was married and did that.' Mr. Rational pointed out.

'Eh, true. She starting to look a little blue.' Mr. Irrational looked over.

'Dude, seriously, I think you need to lay off the glue,' Mr. Rational chuckled. His alter ego was annoying at best, but he did have good advice, sometimes.

'Dude, seriously, I am so proud of you! We're rhyming together, its like better than forever!' Mr. Irrational chimed.

She finished the glass and emerged from the bathroom surrounded by steam, clad only in a towel that barely dipped down to her sore thighs.

Sandy was there, with an amused expression on his face.

"Hey."

She smiled, "Hey…."

"Have you talked to Jimmy lately, I was hoping to go golfing with him later on…." He trailed off cause his wife dropped her towel and then in a hurried rush bent down to pick it up giving him the full luxurious view of her very sexy body.

"Umm…." He mumbled looking shocked.

She blushed pink. 'Smooth move there, chief.' Mr. Rational smirked.

"No, he called my cell today, but I missed the call because I was working and I was really busy and…."

'You can shut up at any time now.' Mr. Rational said worriedly.

"And yeah, I was really busy. Julie, you know, such a handful," she waived her hand dismissively while holding on to her towel and not succeeding.

"Mmm," he said nodding his head. "Julie Cooper."

Kirsten nodded smirking. "Good old Julie."

His advancement towards her was much faster than she anticipated and he caught her in his arms and pulled her close to his body.

She giggled as she felt strong arms around her and now both of her hands held on to the towel.

Hickey. Hick·ey. Noun. A reddish mark on the skin caused by amorous kissing, biting, or sucking.

As the towel fell away Sandy's eyes swept her body and was concerned about the reddish, purple like mark near her collarbone.

He pulled back rather quickly and looked at her sharply, "What's this?"

'Oh Shit.' Both Mr. Rational and Mr. Irrational yelled.

"What's what?" She didn't know what he was talking about.

His finger traced the purple looking bruise near her neck and she froze.

"I…. I don't know?" She hoped her voice didn't break as bad as she thought it had.

'Great. Way to go Jimbo.' Mr. Rational grumbled.

"It looks like a bruise, did you hit it?"

She rolled her eyes, "Julie."

"Julie?"

"Julie! She had a ficus plant and she hit me today right there, I totally forgot about it."

For the tenth time today her husband looked like she was psycho. "Okay honey," mumbled words came from her neck again. Sandy's lips were soft as they brushed lightly and tenderly against her skin. Unlike Jimmy's furious kisses where he missed spots on her skin, Sandy missed nothing; he had the patience of a cat. He would cover every inch of her body. It was his "thing."

Mmm. Sandy.

Wonderful.

Tantalizing.

Sensual.

Perfect.

'Oh right there.'

Mmm. Sandy.

Breathtaking.

Incrrrrrrredible.

Just right.

Enticing.

Sandy. Mmm, Sandy.

Her hands wrapped up into his hair tightly, "I love you," she moaned against him.

Need. Noun. Condition or situation in which something is required or wanted. Necessity; obligation.

Want. Verb. Want·ed, Want·ing, wants. To desire greatly; wish for. To be in need of; require.

She wanted him, but now she needed him, there was a difference, too. She needed to feel him against her. She wanted him to rock her world and to make her forget her, "Errors in judgment," so to speak. To feel his familiarity and the security that only he could bring. To forget that horrid deed she had done with Jimmy only hours early. That was a mistake, this was real, this was what she wanted and needed.

Familiarity. Fa·mil·iar·i·ty. Noun. The quality or condition of being familiar. An excessively familiar or informal act; an impropriety. A sexual advance.

By now Sandy's hands held the familiarity that she so desperately wanted. His strong hands were skillful on her body, making her gasp out in pleasure.

'Rock her socks, like a fox who eats lox!' Mr. Irrational rhymed.

Sandy was skilled, very, very skilled at getting what he wanted and what brought that handsome smile to his face. That smile that made his head dip down and hair fall into his eyes, the bashful kind. The kind of smile that could light up the world, Sandy had that infectious type of smile, it could reach all the way up to his eyes and you could see it there. He could always get her to smile and if he couldn't, well, he always put up a good fight if not. She wanted to see that smile. Then the thought of what she had done earlier that day made her frown. How badly would his heart break if he ever found out? That smile that she loved would be gone forever.

'How could you do what you did?' Mr. Rational spoke a little to rationally.

Slut. Noun. A woman adulterer. A dirty untidy woman.

That was what she felt like, first she got it on with her ex, not actually having a good excuse and then didn't even have the decency to tell her husband and now, now she was getting it on with him to remove the horrible feeling of unfamiliarity of herex's touch.

"Mmm God."

'Mmm God, is right!' They smirked.

He grinned at her, his kisses at the hollow of her throat. Tantalizing kisses.

Impossible to resist kisses.

Kisses to die for.

Sandy Cohen kisses.

Perfect.

'If things were so perfect, then you wouldn't have cheated on him, with Jimmy would you?' Mr. Rational chimed in again, trying to make his point.

'Perfect, smurfeck, banana-fanna-mo-murfect, me, mi, mo ma, murfect, perfect!' Mr. Irrational sang.

Perfect. Per·fect. Adjective. Being without defect or blemish. Excellent and delightful in all respects.

Her life until today had been perfect. Now she had to live with her guilt and what she had done, and what she was doing now.

Sin. Noun. Transgression of a religious or moral law, especially when deliberate. Something regarded as being shameful, deplorable, or utterly wrong.

Wrong. So horribly, inconceivably wrong.

Mr. Rational muttered, 'I hope you can live with yourself.'