Well I heard a story about someone who totally wasn't me, obviously. But her ex had cheated on her. One night shortly after the break-up a male friend came over, one thing led to another and she thought "hey, why not get back on the horse?", and she rode him on the sofa like a cowgirl.
As chance would have it, minutes after her friend had walked out of the door who should turn up but her ex, begging for forgiveness and professing his love with tear-streaked cheeks. Now that was an opportunity too good to be missed, so she invited him in and made passionate, sensual love to him with all the words and actions of someone overjoyed to be getting back together. And she had the biggest grin on her face like she hadn't smiled in weeks.
And in the post-coital tender embrace she told him all about riding her friend not half an hour prior in gleeful detail.
I don't think she's sorry.