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Then the phone rang. All other thoughts gone, Katie reached over to the bedside table and picked up her phone, frustration growing when she saw it was Shaun. "'Just a few drinks,' huh?" She said, not even trying to be civil. Her anger turned to worry when she heard the voice on the other side. "Katie," said Jordan, "there's been an accident." It didn't take long to gather the details. A drunken Shaun had thought it would be a good idea to try and jump down a flight of stairs. He was now in A&E with an ankle injury. The momentary relief Katie had felt from her orgasm was gone and replaced with stress, worry and an anger that her husband could be so stupid. The call ended with Katie saying she would be there soon, before she got out of bed and put on some jeans and a lightweight sweater.