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Their Sunday was dull. Sometimes, dull days are essential, and both Marcus and Miss Christy needed some time to regroup and recharge.
Chores can make for an interesting diversion. Amongst other boring tasks, like cleaning the shower and bathroom, Miss Christy vacuumed the carpets and floors, and Marcus joked that vacuuming was the perfect chore for her, given how well she sucked. Marcus was rewarded with Miss Christy's raised middle finger and a hearty 'fuck you,' but he knew she'd probably prove her point later tonight. Meanwhile, Marcus (amongst other shitty tasks like cleaning the bins, fucking eww) was out in the garden. He watered the plants with the garden hose that was slightly shorter than it originally was, and raked the leaves.
There was a load of clothes washing still to do, but it could wait until later tonight. That'd be the end of their chores. They sat in the backyard, stinking from cleaning. Miss Christy brought a jug of iced tonic water, generously laced with gin, out to their backyard table, accompanied by two tall glasses. They'd earned it. Miss Christy was wearing a loose singlet top, but even this loosest of fabrics was still, miraculously, tight enough to highlight her amazingly firm breasts. Marcus could see her nipples poking through.
Later that night, after showering and dinner, they relaxed on the couch. Miss Christy's dainty feet rested in Marcus's lap as he gave her a foot massage. She asked him a question. "Hey, boi, you've still got your apartment. Do you really need it anymore? Why don't you move in here with me?"
"Really?" replied Marcus. "I'd love to!"
"OK, then let's do it," confirmed Miss Christy.
"You know, for a few months now I've wanted to give up my apartment and move in here with you. I didn't want to ask, but I was hoping you'd raise it eventually," he explained. "And now that you have, yes, I heartily accept your generous proposal. As long as there's room for all of my stuff. But then again, most of my stuff is already here."
"There's room, boi."
The next day, Marcus rang his realtor to give notice that he was moving, and that he didn't need his apartment anymore. The realtor asked for two weeks' rent in advance, and gave instructions about cleaning the property for the next tenant. Marcus agreed, and it was settled.
The following weekend, April and Milo helped Marcus move his remaining things to Christy's place. It didn't take too long. Probably the heaviest thing was his clothes drawers -- neither of the boys were particularly muscly, but Apes was happy to leave the heavy stuff to them regardless. Marcus didn't have much in terms of kitchen equipment or appliances, and he was happy to leave his refrigerator and washing machine for the next tenant to use -- he had no further use for them.
Many people, when they leave a place they've lived in for a while, feel nostalgic, and perhaps a little sad. Not Marcus. Emotionally, he felt like he'd already left this place months ago, and this was a simple exercise in tying up loose ends. He arranged for cleaners to come by the next day. They cleaned the shower and kitchen, and steam-cleaned the carpets. They notified Marcus when they were finished, and Marcus dropped his key at the realtor's office.
Done.
One night during the following week, Marcus suggested to Miss Christy that they should invite Milo and April over on the weekend to celebrate him moving in with her. She agreed immediately, clapping her hands in joy.
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In an emotional sense, Christy felt progressively more and more distant from Alex as the week went by. She knew his rugby team were playing on Friday night, so she made sure to tune in to watch on TV. Alex played well, and his team won; but he was beginning to feel like a part of Christy's life history. She knew their marriage would need to be dissolved at some point in the future (unless Alex had a change of heart in the meantime), and they'd need to collectively decide what to do with their house; but other than that, her memory of Alex was beginning to solidify as part of her past.
Marcus sat next to Miss Christy as she watched the game. He wasn't privy to her thoughts, and he didn't think it was appropriate for him to ask. He was content enough to sit with her as she watched. From time to time, Miss Christy would explain the rules of rugby to her boi, or describe why the referee made certain decisions, but other than that, she was mostly silent. Marcus was slowly getting interested in the game, and he still lusted after those sweaty, muscular rugby bodies; especially the forwards.
He wished he could help her, but other than hugs and emotional support, he knew he couldn't. Sometimes, he wished fate had sent him to a different sex therapist, but if it did, he wouldn't be living this life. We each only get one life to either enjoy or destroy, and Marcus was definitely enjoying his. But sometimes, he felt incredibly guilty, though he could never quite work out exactly what it was that he felt guilty about. What did he do? How did he get in-between Miss Christy and her husband? Even thought it was still recent history, as he looked back, it was already beginning to blur around the edges. His psychologist once told him that it's pointless to try to swim against the tide, and it's equally pointless to try to swim against time. He remembered that advice. Besides, what happens between Miss Christy and her husband was ultimately none of his business.
Saturday afternoon rolled around. They'd separately texted Milo and April about coming over. Both were free, unsurprisingly.
April arrived just after sunset. She rang the doorbell and Marcus opened the door. "Hey, Marcus, so you've officially moved in. How does it feel? It has to be so much better with Christy than with that bitch who dumped you years ago, hey?"
Marcus gave her a huge hug. "Yeah, Apes. Welcome. So, yeah, I'm "officially" here (he did the airquotes), and I'm so much happier, but who knows how much longer I'm here for? Christy and her husband have stuff to work out, but I'm not part of it, and I don't know how it'll go. So for me, it's one day at a time, and each night here is a night I get to spend sleeping next to Christy."
April was expecting to feel pangs of jealousy about Christy, but not so soon. "Yeah, I think I see what you mean." She shuffled her feet, wondering what it'd be like to sleep next to Christy ... and then to wake up next to her, and then to fuck her.
Christy emerged from the kitchen. "Heeeeeeeeeey, Apes! Awesome to see you!" She ran towards her, extending her arms. She kissed April on the mouth. No tongue. Not yet. "Want a drink?"
"Yeah, awesome, thanks, Christy," April responded. "Great to see you again too! Got any beer?"
"Absolutely we do. Wait there, I'll get you one." As Christy retreated to the kitchen, she heard the doorbell ring. Instead of bringing back one beer, she brought two as she heard the front door open again and, shortly after, she heard Milo's booming voice.
