“So did you get some more X David?”
I looked down at her and nodded.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I kissed her forehead.
“If that makes it easier for you to do what I want you to do, Yes.”
She was biting her lower lip, looking up at me, her eyes searching mine.
“W-what do you want me to do Baby?”
I knew I wanted her to flash. Tease. I always liked that. Then at Todd’s, I felt one way and at the liquor store I felt another. I tried imagining her again at the bar with Luis and his friend…
“David?”
“I’m not sure Mare.”
I just wasn’t. She nodded her head.
“Then if we do the ecstasy, I think we should stay home.”
I just looked at her. She slipped out of my arms and went back to her coffee.
“Baby, I’ll flash for you with out the X…”
She turned to face me, the oversized cup gripped tightly in her hands.
“But I don’t want to do the X and then go out.”
She was smiling but her eyes weren’t. I knew there was more. Did I want to know? Did she want to tell me? I studied her face. I’m not sure why I asked, but I did.
“What?”
She looked away from me, her eyes going to the picture of us and the kids.
“Luis used to have me do X David; After Stephen was born…”
She looked back at me. There was that voice again, whispering in my ear; ‘Just shut up and listen.’ I nodded.
She inhaled deeply.
“After Steven was born, things changed. He started working longer hours.”
She paused and shook her head.
“At least that was what he said he was doing. When he’d come home he spend time with Stevie but not much with me. It didn’t bother me much at first. I was busy with the baby, tired and not really interested in sex. When it did start bothering me, I asked the Doctor about it during one Stevie’s check ups. He told me it was natural for awhile and not to worry about it. After awhile I did start worrying about it. When I tried to talk to Luis, he’d just tell me I was crazy.”
She was staring into the half empty cup.
“There was this party at a fiends from works house. He wanted to go and I didn’t. I never liked Mark.”
She looked up at me.
“Mark was the one having the party.”
I nodded.
“He said he was going anyway, so I thought I’d make the best of it. I hired a sitter and spent the day getting ready. You know… hair, nails and a new little outfit that I knew he’d like. When he got home and saw me ready to go, it was like old times. He started teasing me, telling me how he couldn’t wait to show me off; especially with my bigger tits. He had his hands all over me again. Chasing me around the house. Things like that. I was actually happy David.”
She stopped.
“It was easier telling you these things last night.”
She inhaled deeply.
“You want some X? Kids aren’t due till tomorrow afternoon.”
“You won’t mind?”
I left the room to get her a tab. When I got back, she had refilled her coffee and was sitting at the dining room table with a glass of what looked like OJ and two tablespoons. I handed her the ecstasy. She took it and putting it between the two spoons, crushed it into a fine powder before mixing it in the OJ.
“It’ll get me off faster this way. Why don’t you get a shower and then we can talk some more.”
I didn’t want to. Now I wanted to know.
“Ok.”
Fifteen minutes later I was drying off. When I got out of the shower, I saw my razor and after-shave sitting on the edge of the sink and the door closed. It was her way of telling me that one, she hated my day old stubble and two, she’s changing and wanted to surprise me. I took my time shaving, forcing my self to slow down until the door was opened. After another hundred different thoughts raced trough my mind, the door finally invited me into the bedroom.
She looked great.
Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she only had on just a trace of make up. The blue jean shorts were frayed at the curve of her ass and the white, light cotton shirt was knotted just under her bra less breasts accenting the time she spent on her abs. You’d never know she had a kid let alone two.
“Damn Lover.”
She smiled softly.
“Wanna go for a walk or something?”
She wasn’t ready to tell me yet.
“A walk.”
She nodded her head in agreement before going to the closet and slipping on the thin leather flip-flop style sandals I adored.
“I wonder if Mr. Finley is working in his yard?”
I chuckled at her thought. The old man two doors down was always peeking from his second floor window when Mary was in the yard. Taking my hand, she led me down the hall and out the front door.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Stewart.”
It was John, the oldest of the two boys that lived next door.
“Hello Mr. Stewart.”