Bobby and Mrs. Parker made love several more times that afternoon, stopping mainly because both of them were exhausted. Mr. Parker didn't return from playing golf until after dark. He'd lost several games and a considerable amount of money and had drowned his sorrows in quite a bit of alcohol at the country club bar after the game. Fortunately, his golfing buddies, most of whom were more sober than he was, drove him home.
"I'm goin' to bed," the big man mumbled after he staggered into the house. "You comin' Helen?"
Helen knew that refusing her husband when he was in such a foul mood would just lead to a fight, so she quietly accompanied him to their bedroom. They undressed, put on their nightclothes, and fell into bed. Before long, the drunken man was snoring, making so much noise snoring it sounded as if someone was running a chainsaw in the room.
Helen lay next to her husband, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It wasn't just his snoring that kept her awake. She couldn't keep from remembering what it felt like when Bobby's hands were moving over her body, the way he suckled her breasts, how it felt when his swollen organ plunged into her. The thoughts she had of their young visitor were not at all helpful in helping her get to sleep. Actually, they had just the opposite effect. The longer she laid in bed remembering what she and Bobby had done that day, the more wide-awake and aroused she became.
Finally, she carefully slipped out of bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When she finished what she had to do, she walked back to her room. Before she went back into her bedroom, she stood at her bedroom door with her hand on the doorknob, looking longingly across the hall at the closed door to the spare bedroom, where Bobby lay sleeping.
She felt a tremendous urge to go across the hall and slip into bed with him, but she was fearful, too. What if her husband woke up and came looking for her? She opened the door to her bedroom and looked in. The sounds of her husband's loud snoring boomed out at her. It certainly didn't look as if he was going to wake up any time soon.
"He's dead to the world, he'll never know?" she thought. Trembling, her heart racing, she took the two steps necessary to cross the hall. Then she reached out a trembling hand, grasped the doorknob to the spare bedroom, and turned it slowly.
Bobby was also having a lot of trouble getting to sleep because of memories very much like the ones Helen was having. He was lying in bed wide-awake and was startled when he heard his door opening. He looked toward the door, saw her standing in the doorway, and a thrill raced through him. Helen had come to his room!
Helen, who was wearing a white nightgown, moved silently into the room and put her finger to her lips to indicate silence. She carefully closed and locked the door, then she turned to the bed, and the young man in it.
Bobby saw her gesture, but she didn't have to tell him to keep quiet. He couldn't have said anything, he was so surprised he could barely breathe! His heart thudded wildly when she began to walk across the room toward him. A smile formed on the young man's lips as he watched her advance toward him.
As Helen moved toward the bed, she pulled her nightgown over her head and let it drop to the floor.
