It was another hectic day in Concord, Massachusetts. Diana was overwhelmed today. Like every woman, she couldn't fathom the fact that she had fallen into the horrid cliché of the stereotypical housewife. Jim wasn't like the other husbands though. He was warm, caring, and sympathetic. It was also at that moment that she saw him staring at her with those ocean blue eyes she saw on the evening of her 25th birthday. While she knew that getting closer to the big 3-0 wasn't bad, it still made her feel that her youth was going away. She missed the carefree days of college: traveling abroad, feeling sensual by captivating foreigners, and the thrill of feeling like a sexy stranger past her curfew.
She went to Jim, pouting her ebony lips.
"I can't stand this, babe."
He walked closer to her, and didn't want to look into those dazzling eyes any longer. But Jim wouldn't budge. He wanted to understand what was wrong.
"Why is my sweetheart unhappy today?" He rubbed her shoulders. No woman could ever exist a good massage from her caring husband.
"It's work. My clients are usually friendly, but the last one was just so rude and disrespectful."
Working as an assistant district attorney has its benefits, but the downfall was dealing with people who felt that you were screwing them over. It also didn't help that Diana was the only black woman in an all-white court room all the time.
Jim didn't judge her, though. He kissed her hands gently after massaging her shoulders. He would get to more of that later.
"I understand. You're just doing your job in bringing the law to justice, and you know what we can do to bring it to court." He whispered near that spot, underneath her right ear. It drove Diana wild and she loved it.
