PJ was normally a shy person who lived in a small town. Living in a small town was like living in a glass house, so she had to mind her P's and Q's. Her husband's parents are well respected in the community, so she would never dare to besmirch them or her husband's good name. PJ was usually very smart. PJ loved her husband and she adored their two beautiful daughters. She had been a stay-at-home Mom since her daughters were born. It was the thing to do in her small town, but she knew that she needed to find a job to help with household expenses. This job turned out to be her undoing.
From the day she started working at a local plumbing company, PJ lusted for Don. His dark military-style hair and blue eyes looked good on his tall frame. PJ and Don sat and talked in the office while their boss visited potential job sites. Don helped the boss on site and was in charge of cleaning the shop when the boss was not there. They talked about anything and everything.
She found out that Don was nine years younger even though his strong, good looks seemed to say this could not be true. Even though PJ felt a strong attraction to him, she could never imagine that she would have a crush on a younger man.
Don looked at PJ and saw a beautiful, curvy woman. He loved the short, stylish, blond hair and the way she wore it made it look like she had just had sex. She had a "fuck me" quality to her. Add to this her eyes -- deep green pools he could have drowned in and her soft, sassy southern drawl and he found himself thinking thoughts that were best left unsaid.
Don looked into PJ's eyes and told her, "I have a girlfriend. But we don't get along." Then after a moment said with embarrassment, "I've cheated on her a number of times, you know." Looking at PJ he wondered for a moment if...
They worked quietly together for a couple of months. It was easy since he was out on the truck most of the time. One day, the boss went to check on various job sites and Don was left to clean the shop area.
"How is your day going?" PJ asked Don.
"Good, it is just so hot outside," Don replied. "Why do your eyes always flutter like that?"
"I don't know, it is just a nervous habit, I guess. Why do your jeans hang down so low?"
"It is the style. So, how are you and your husband doing?'
"Eh -- we are doing okay. Hey - will you do me a favor and pop my back? I love the way your arms feel around me," PJ winked.
Don wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her in the air. When he set her down, he took an extra moment or two before he released her from his hold.
She continually talked to an out of state girlfriend about Don and her troubles with her husband. That day at work, she sent her girlfriend a message.
"Oh Carrie, what am I going to do," PJ typed in her computer.
Carrie took a moment and replied, "You know Gene loves you, but from what you tell me, Don likes you too."
"There is just that one area..." PJ replied knowing her friend would understand.
After a month of listening to PJ wonder what-ifs, Carrie decided to tell PJ what she really wanted to hear.
