She opened the car door, flopped down into the drivers' seat, and pulled the door shut beside her. Her head hung down to her chest as she breathed in a long and exasperated breath, held it for a moment or two, then exhaled. As she exhaled, she imagined all the stress of the workday flowing from her lungs, back out into the empty space of the car, and then dissolving in the heat of the mid-July sun. It was a long day, a type of long that challenged her both mentally and physically, mostly because of the people she worked with, and how difficult their politics and antics made it to accomplish her mission for each day. Why couldn't work be simple, without drama and squabbling amongst the different niches. I suppose that's what happens in a workspace so large and diverse.
Her fingers rubbed at her temples as she cranked up the car and began her transit back home; she had the whole drive home to figure out her day, and to find a way to put it behind her, so that it didn't affect her weekend with Him.
"Him".
It was becoming progressively harder to sort through her thoughts of the workday, with each passing mile that brought her closer to home. 'Decompressing Time' is what he had called it once, and the term has stuck with them as a family ever since. That time of reflection right after the workday, between work and home, where you could look back over the day, rethink all the thoughts and re-play all the emotions to the point that by the time you reached home, the angst and frustration of the day was over and spent.
Decompression Time on those certain Fridays has become increasingly more difficult for her as of late since their bi-weekly routine had changed so drastically a few months ago. It was then that he introduced a new aspect to their relationship; one that redirected every avenue of their marriage, every other weekend, twice a month, from Friday at around four-thirty, till Sunday evening around eight. She knew what would happen, the moment she walked through the door, into what usually was considered a relatively normal household.
She turned her car off from the road and headed down the long driveway that split through the woods and vegetation, until it opened to what could only be described as her dream home. Their forever home, the home that they had dreamed of for the entirety of their relationship. The setting was out in the country, not far from the nearest town, but far enough away and with enough acreage that they could be sure of absolute privacy and serenity in their own little cut of nature. She parked her car under the carport and sat for a few moments, as chill bumps rose on her arms and the back of her neck. Their new bi-monthly dynamic was still fresh to her sensibilities, and made her stomach turn in excited knots, a mixture of anxiousness, longing, and apprehension of what could be in store for her this weekend. His truck was parked in its usual spot. She noticed that no other vehicles could be seen, which struck her as odd given the last few weekends that found her in this situation.
Upon turning off the ignition and opening the door to her car, the knots in her stomach twisted and turned in excitement, making her pause and breathe before making her way into the back door of their home. She could hear the tv murmuring in the living room, as she made her way through the kitchen down the hall to the large suite that was where they made all the love and connection within the privacy and intimacy of their marriage. A quick shower, and shave of all her intimate areas was needed before his unknown plans for their weekend could begin. She'd begun to note this time as the time that she washed the stress of work, and the foregoing week away from her being, and readied herself to please the man she loved more than anyone in the world.
