"Damn, I did it again," I chided myself as I pulled a fast and probably illegal u-turn. I had forgotten the report I needed for the department meeting today in a folder on my bed. Starting a new job in a new city, I couldn't look incompetent in my first week. I was in the middle of divorcing my wife because, after five years of trying, we found that we were really not compatible. She turned out to be one of those women who could do without sex more often than not. So to make things easier on the both of us I accepted a job in another city. My younger brother and his lovely wife had offered me the use of their spare bedroom until I found a place of my own. It was comfortable but small and most of my belongings were stored in their garage adding to the confusion and displacement in my new life.
When I arrived back at the house Jim's car was gone. He was off to work just as I had been. Opening the door, I stepped in quietly as not to disturb my sister-in-law if she were still asleep. Turning down the hallway, I heard the sound of the shower running; the bathroom door was partially ajar. Struck with curiosity and my pent up sexual desires, I glanced through the open door as I passed and could plainly see her naked body through the glass doors of the shower. Quickly, I made my way to the bedroom for the report, my head filled with the vision of her soaping up that beautiful body. A powerful and pleasant tingle ran through my groin igniting my sex-starved brain. It had been over two months since I had last been with a woman. I had to see more.