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Chapter 3-

The drunk Joe agreed, and Lanore unlocked the door. Once inside, the woozy couple started making out again, but with more passion. Lanore loved the feel of doing something risky-she had always been a daredevil. She was too drunk for her brain to register that she was cheating on Jack.

Joe and Lanore slowly mad their way over to the cheap hotel bed. Lanore(being married to Jack Sparrow) was an expert at...this kinda stuff. Lanore undid the buttons on Joe's shirt, placing kisses on his toned abdomen. Joe lifted Lanore's shirt off. "You're not a virgin, are you?" He asked her. "Of course not, silly! I'm married, remember?"

Afterwards...

Lanore lied in the bed next to Joseph. "So, how long will Jack be gone again," asked Joe, "A week," Lanore replied. Joe smiled. "This is going to be the best week of my life." The couple dozed off to sleep, and surprisingly, Lanore did not feel guilty for what she had done.

Early the next morning she woke. Looking at Joe's sleeping figure next to her, she suddenly realized what she had done. Lanore sighed, and walked over to the window. She peeked through the curtains and saw the highway below. What had she been thinking? Jack was good to her. He did not deserve this. But as she thought back to the night before, Lanore realized how much she enjoyed Joe's company. There's nothing harmful about a little fun, she thought, and walked over to wake Joe.

They decided to spend that day, which was a Tuesday, together. Joe called in sick. "I'm gonna have to go back tomorrow, Lanore. I don't want anyone getting suspicious, ya know?" Lanore nodded. She had been his student, and she wondered about the trouble Joe could get in if the principal (a.k.a. Joe's boss) found out. They spent that day inside the hotel room, doing what couples do in a hotel room.

The next day Joe had to go to work. "Are you gonna go back to your house or stay here?" He asked Lanore. "I'm going to stay here. It's...safer." Joe understood. Even though Jack was not home, they couldn't risk it. Joe gave Lanore one last kiss and walked out. Lanore now had the whole day to contemplate on what a cheater she was.

"I'm a fool for doing this, but I still can't wait for him to come back," she thought that day. Watching TV until past 3:00 was very boring, but she could think of nothing else to do. At 3:30, she decided to light some candles. "He should be back any minute," she thought. Nothing wrong with setting the mood, right? Well the candles kept her occupied for a little while. She then went to her suitcase to get some lingerie. She looked through the pile and found a very gorgeous one, and started to put it on, but she stopped. "Jack gave me this one," she was barely able to say. She swallowed hard and went to go look for another one.

The next day went very much like the previous one. Joe was headed off to work, and Lanore had nothing to do. But that was okay. The treat Joe would give her when he returns was good enough. And besides, thought Lanore, tomorrow his school has off, so we can have another whole day together.

By the time the weekend had arrived, Joe and Lanore had grown very passionate for each other, without alcohol. On Saturday they decided to head to the beach for that day and Sunday. The drive down was very peaceful. The radio was on and the convertible top was down. The birds were chirping and the trees were swaying in the light breeze. Everything seemed to be perfect.

When they arrived, Joe parked his car in the lot of a bed-and-breakfast with a vacancy sign in the window. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute." Joe went inside to book a room for the night. Lanore leaned against the car and listened to the sound of the ocean. "That was the most peaceful hour-and-a-half of my life," she said to no one but herself. Everything with Joe had been wonderful, and although the thought of Lanore's husband had faded into the back of her mind, she realized that he was coming home the day after tomorrow. Lanore had to make every moment of this last.

Joe came out and gave Lanore a thumbs-up. "Let's unload the stuff," he said. Lanore agreed and grabbed her bags. They walked inside and up the staircase of the cozy inn. "I feel like I'm 8 again, when me and my sister and my Grandma used to go to a place like this for a few days in the summer," Lanore commented. Joe smiled. Lanore wondered if it brought any memories to mind for him, but she didn't ask.

By the time that actually got down to the beach, it was mid-afternoon. There was a little snack bar and they grabbed some lunch. Then they laid in the sun for a while, Lanore resting her head on Joe's chest. She could hear his heart beating. Everything's perfect, she thought.

That night, as the couple lay in bed, Lanore told Joe the sad news. "I have to leave tomorrow morning. It's a long ride and I need to get stuff ready for what Jack comes back." Joe looked at Lanore and stroked her soft cheek. "Lanore, I love you. I know it's wrong, but I do. It would break my heart for you to go." A tear rolled down Lanore's cheek. "But I know you must," he added. He kissed her forehead and they drifted off to sleep.

Around 7 o'clock the next morning, Lanore awoke. She gathered her things, panted a kiss on Joe's cheek, and quietly tiptoed out of the room. Outside, she called for a taxi. One came and she got in. The taxi ride back was quite unpleasant. The taxi driver had loud rap music on, which really annoyed Lanore, and the whole car smelled of smoke from the driver's incense that was burning above the dashboard. By the time she got back to the hotel she was staying at, she had to pay the driver a big sum for driving almost 2 hours out of his way.

Lanore walked in to the hotel just to check out. There was nothing left in the room, because she had all her bags...Her bags! She had forgotten them on the taxi! What was she going to do now? She ran outside, hoping by some bizarre coincidence that the taxi was still there. She was right. The taxi was parked in the hotel lot, and the driver was stopped to smoke some pot. "Excuse me!" Lanore tapped on the car window. The man looked startled and rolled down the window. "Yes?" He said. "I left my bags in the trunk. Can I get them?" "Yes," he replied. Lanore got her bags and once more entered the doors of the hotel.