My heart raced as I walked through the dimly lit, desolate third-floor corridor of the rundown Hampton Inn, a place so shabby that Hilton’s name felt out of place. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, amplifying my guilt and anxiety. My phone buzzed in my pocket; I knew it was my wife calling, but I couldn't shift my focus. Beside me, gripping my clammy hand, was Tony, the flamboyant, man-bunned twink who had entered...

"Need to get that?" Tony asked, his smile razor-sharp as the soft vibration buzzed from my pocket, cutting through the worn hallway. We were running out of doors to pass, and with each vibration, he squeezed my clammy hand harder. My heart pounded, knowing we were just steps from his room. My shameful demeanor all but gave way to the fact it was my wife calling. He didn’t have to ask; his smirk fed off the guilt of my sil...

The evening felt like a twisted dream, maybe even a full-blown nightmare. I pushed the door closed behind me as I entered my musty room, still on the phone with Amy. I had called her midway between Tony’s room and my own, desperate to reach her before she went to bed and avoid any unwanted suspicion. Guilt washed over me as I turned my attention to the TV, which was still on, showing the start of the third quarter, my fut...