Note to reader. I love putting my thoughts and fantasies on-paper, and out to the universe to share. Unfortunately, I am not a professional writer, at all. I've been blessed to have a few editors clean my stories in the past, but not all have been professionally or semi-professionally edited. Hopefully you get the visualizations that I had when I put my thoughts down on paper. For more background, do consider Chapters 1-3 if you haven't read them already. Enjoy.
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I was working in my garage, when my neighbor David across the street came over to say hi. "Hello, Raul. What are you building this time?"
I looked up from my table where I was measuring a beam to cut next, and I smiled. "I'm actually building a small bridge. Want a beer?" I asked after I removed my safety goggles.
"Absolutely. You're pretty handy with these tools I see. What are you building a bridge for?" He asked as he was looking around my garage, seeing all my tools on the walls.
"Oh, just a small foot bridge. Nothing too crazy." I answered as I was taking off my gloves.
He looked surprised. "Where are you putting a bridge?"
I grabbed a beer from my little cooler, and opened it for him. "Well, it's a small bridge that will be in our backyard." I answered him while handing him the beer. "You know George and Amy, our neighbors across the backyard? We have cookouts from time to time, and with our rainy season, that little ditch between the houses gets really soaked."
I walked over to the wood deck and beams, and I patted them with my hand. "These bad boys will help all of us from stepping in rain-soaked grass, and it'll be a nice accessory to the backyard."
"Wow. I could never built anything like that." David said as he took a drink from the beer.
"You'll be surprised what you can do with the right tool and a little know-how." I picked up my beer. "What brings you over here?"
"I just need to get away, Man." He said as he grabbed a stool to sit in. "Samantha wanted to go out dancing again, and I'm too damm tired. Ever since we took those salsa lessons, she just wants to dance and dance. I just need to relax today."
"Wearing you out huh? Salsa can be a workout." I smiled. "You guys are getting in shape, so I was wondering what was up."
"We are, but it ain't what it's cracked up to be." He took a long drink.
"What do you mean? The salsa, or the getting in shape?"
"Both!" He exclaimed. "Samantha just fucks with me now. We'll go out, and like 12 guys are itching to dance with her, and I have to watch all of them dance with her and get their hands all over her."
"oh shit, that sucks, brother." I said shaking my head.
"It'd be cool if I got to do the same, but she gets all jealous and stares any girls down. When I talk to her about it, she denies it. She's just a cock-tease now." He was about to take another drink, then put the bottle down. "She always tells me to get a hobby, or build something. Anytime she sees you in your garage working on a project, she tells me I should build something for her."
"David, it sounds like she's just fucking with you. Why don't you fuck with her too? Sounds like she likes those games."
"She is fucking with me, but it's not because she likes the games." He looked down.
I was almost afraid to ask after his response, but I did anyways. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, don't tell nobody, but we're having a real hard time having kids. Especially now that we don't ever get intimate."
Shit! I thought. I stepped into that emotional land mine. "I'm sorry to hear that, David."
"I'm not sure if it's her, or me. We're afraid to test ourselves, but she's acting like it's all my fault. I haven't been able to get laid in months because now we just argue about it. Months! And since we took those salsa lessons, she's been getting lots of attention from other guys."
He took a long drink, and finished his beer. "You got another one?" He asked with a shy smile.
"Sure, buddy, help yourself." I pointed to the cooler. "The bottle opener is on the table."
"I told her that you gotta get laid to have kids, and well...that was the last time I got laid." David was walking towards the cooler.
Man did I walk into a shitstorm, but David is a good guy. So I'll be here to hear him out. I waited to get got his drink. "So what are you planning on doing?"
He plopped down on the stool. "I don't know, Man. What do you suggest? You seem to have your shit together, and I don't think you have a problem getting laid."
That made me smile. I do have my shit together, and I certainly don't have a problem getting laid between my wife, Hazel and our neighbor, Amy. "Well, it depends on what game you want to play with her. Do you want to show her you can flirt with girls too, and you can hook up if you want to, like she does to you? Or do you want her to want to have sex with you again?"
He thought about it for a second. "Both, but right now I just want to fuck with her. She pissed me off since she got mad that I didn't want to go out dancing with her tonight."
"How did she piss you off?"
David looked away as he started to answer. "He said that if I was like you, I wouldn't just sit on my ass, I'd do something."