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Doug and Kelly moved in across the street a few months ago. We are in the country, so they were about a half mile away, but we went to greet them anyway. They were a nice attractive couple, and invited us in with our plate of cookies and insisted we stay for a cook-out. We had a few beers and wine and got along great.
We socialized occasionally, and played bridge with them a couple times when they brought it up. Mercy and I had played a few times before we were married but were really just above beginners, but Doug and Kelly were even worse. After a couple of routs, we didn't bring it up again, but they still wanted to play every so often. They seemed to be getting a little better, and once almost took a rubber off of us.
We had them over about a month later in September. They didn't have any children, while we had one teenager at home from college, Stacy. Doug and Kelly mentioned they both traveled on business quite a bit, and asked Stacy if she was interested in taking care of the house for them while they were away. Stacy jumped at the opportunity, even before she found out about the generous pay.
I went over with Stacy the first time. He had to show Stacy how to work the security system they had installed. Doug worked for an electronics outfit where he could get a lot of equipment way below retail. This was all new to Stacy, as we rarely even lock our doors, but Doug said Kelly had seen a lot of horror movies where bad things happened to people in isolated houses. Mercy and I laughed about it when we came home, as one of the things we liked about living in the country was not having had any trouble in the 10 years we had been here.
Doug and Kelly went to a convention together, and Stacy took care of things with no problem on Friday and Saturday. Saturday night she was invited to go to an amusement park with her friends on Sunday, and asked me if I could take care of the house. She was returning to college the following weekend. I agreed, with the condition she would mow the lawn for an hour in exchange.
The next day I picked up the little reminder card Stacy had made for me and the key and was going out the door when Mercy asked if she could come with me. We walked the half-mile to their house, grabbing their newspaper on the way.
I punched in the security code on the card and opened the door with the key when the green light went on. We fed the cat and then went up to the bedroom to water the plant there. We had never been upstairs in their house, let alone in their bedroom, and it was amazing.
We live in an old farmhouse with character and we love it. Doug and Kelly live in a mini-mansion, which probably explained some of the security. The bedroom was as big as our living room with a king-size bed and its own entertainment center that could be concealed in a tasteful looking wardrobe. It was open though, with the large screen TV showing. We had seen their Super TV before in the movie room, but even this one was bigger than any of ours. It was then Mercy reminded me the Redskins-Cowboys game was on.
"We should watch it here -- it's better than any of our TVs."
"I don't think that would be right." I said.
"Kelly told me to feel free to use their house while they were gone if we needed to get away for a little bit"
"OK -- but just for a bit. I want to be able to have a beer and relax."
I figured out how to turn on the TV and get the game on. The picture was fantastic -- it was HDTV of the best quality -- I have never seen anything like it. Mercy wasn't that big of a football fan, but even she was enjoying the quality of the picture. I noticed the surround sound system, and turned that on to, and it was like being at the game. The only place to really sit and get a good view was on the bed. My back was getting a little tired, but I tried moving back and sitting up right against the pillows, and the sound was even better and the picture looked better too.
Mercy had disappeared for a few minutes, but when she came back she had a couple open beers with her. "We can replace these before they get back." I finished mine by the end of the first quarter. It was some dark foreign beer I didn't remember the name of, but it tasted great and had quite a kick. Mercy usually prefers wine, but she was enjoying hers too. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back she had made another detour to the refrigerator.
The second quarter was exciting with a lot of scoring. The game was close and I was pretty involved. Mercy was a little more interested in exploring the house. I didn't even notice she had come back into the room until she slipped in behind me and started to rub my shoulders and then kiss my neck. The Cowboys scored on the last play before the two-minute warning, and during the commercial I started to feel her firmly behind me.
I started to turn around to kiss her back, a kind of "rain-check" kiss, but she put her hands firmly on my shoulders. "I want to show you something I discovered." She said.
The game came back on, and the Redskins were out of timeouts but driving while she was fooling around behind me. She insisted on removing my T-shirt. She kissed my bare back while I watched Jason Campbell hook up with Chris Cooley. She kissed my arm and pulled it over my head. I watched a run for no gain. My wrist was encased with a soft handcuff, but it didn't really register until she had done the same to the other one. The Redskins kicked a field goal as time ran out in the first half.