The doorbell rang.
"Hello, Penelope. What's up, sweetie?"
"Hi Peter. Just thought I'd stop by. Is Esther here?"
"You know she isn't. This is her day out with her club."
"Oh sure. Of course. You don't mind if I just chat for a while, Peter?"
She was dressed like a lady. As we walked into the living room I watched her. I never got enough of that derriere. It was sweet. Her whole body was choice. She sat on the couch and I took my easy chair nearby. She put her ankles together and tilted her legs, just like the lady she was. I smiled.
"Tell me how the writing is going, Peter. Have you finished the novel yet?"
"Oh no. But I'm getting there. I expect it'll be finished in a few weeks, easily. How's Edgar? Is he still out of town?"
"Yes. He must be gone about three weeks in the month. It's getting rather tiresome. But we've talked about this, haven't we? It won't change. He loves his job. But he always expects me to be right there when he gets home. I don't know. I've wanted to leave for a long time. I should just do it, shouldn't I? What do you think, Peter?"
I grinned. "You know what I think, silly woman. I don't mind listening, but you already know what I think. Don't you, Penelope? Don't you?"
I rose up and approached her. Still grinning. She smiled up at me. I took her outstretched hands and she stood up. My arms drew her in and we kissed. The way we always kissed. The way she needed it. This was why she was here. I released her.
