Things might have been fine if we'd left it at that. I could've backed up her story about it being just us girls having fun.

But when Delilah got home after cleaning up, her husband confronted her with a dark look, asking if she'd been passed out on a bench in their neighborhood.

"Someone saw me?"

"Yeah, a neighbor from that mansion by the bench. They saw you in the morning but by the time they came down to check on you, you'd already left."

This neighbor happened to be a gossip who knew her husband and called him about it. That's what made him suspicious.

"You should've just said you passed out on your way home - no big deal."

"That's the thing - he tricked me! He let me tell my whole made-up story before revealing someone had seen me passed out. How am I supposed to explain that?"

Right. A simple situation turned messy because of lies. Either someone's being stupid, or there's something to hide.

"What do I do now? He saw the bruises on my knees. If he sees the ones on my waist and butt, he'll know I was with guys!"

I sighed, tried to comfort Delilah, then headed to their place.

"I'm sorry, I came to apologize," I said, bowing to her husband as soon as I walked in. Then I spun a story: "Yes, Delilah passed out in the neighborhood because I got her drunk on purpose after we had a fight. I left her out in the cold all night."

I told him we were at a bar where I'd spotted a guy I liked, but he only had eyes for Delilah. He even tried to get handsy with her, leaving those bruises. I caught him.

I said I stopped things from getting worse but was mad at Delilah - jealous that the guy I liked only noticed her. So I got her wasted and abandoned her outside their building out of spite.