Donald's legs burned as he did his last set of squats for the morning. "Great job Coach, you have really been getting after this spring!" said one of his senior basketball players.
Donald smiled and said, "Just trying to get back into shape."
Morning weights with the team used to be something Donald had given to an assistant coach, but for the past six weeks, he had been working out with the students every day. It was beginning to show and he felt great. He grabbed his phone on his way to his first period class and texted Kay, his wife of nearly a dozen years:
"Morning honey! Have a great day!"
Kay heard the buzz of her phone and looked down. She read the text, thought for a moment, and then finished checking herself out in the mirror.
"Not bad for a forty-five-year-old," she thought as her mind was racing with so many conflicting thoughts. She loved Donald. She did. But...
She had chosen an outfit she had not worn in quite a while. She did look good today, very good.
The skirt she chose had always accentuated her bubble butt shaped by the past few years of yoga. Donald LOVED it when she wore it.
The snug top showed off her beautiful curves that were courtesy of their eight-year-old twins and showed just enough cleavage.
She decided to wear a light button-up long sleeve over the top to remain professional most of the day. She grabbed her phone.
"You too, Happy Friday!"
Kay's stomach was full of butterflies. Her boss, Andy, had made plans to take her to dinner tonight.
Donald HATED her boss. In his view, Andy was everything he wasn't--smarmy, smug, rich, and completely full of himself. Donald hated Andy's designer suits, perfect hair, and dismissive attitude.
"I don't like that guy," Donald told Kay after the Christmas party.
"Oh stop, Andy is harmless. He's so nice, and he's helping my career so much!" she replied.
Donald hated how Andy looked at Kay. He hated how Andy gave him a smirk that said "There is nothing you can do about it" when Donald caught him looking at Kay's ass as she walked away.
He hated how Andy's voice dripped with contempt when he called him "Coach". "Hello Coach, it's sooo nice to see you again."
Donald knew when people were fake, it was a gift (and a curse), but Kay saw none of it; she almost had a little crush on her thirty-five-year-old boss.
Donald was embarrassed by how bubbly and excited his wife had gotten talking to her boss after a couple of glasses of champagne at the party.
The ride home from that Christmas party did not go as Donald had hoped it would. Kay thought Donald was being ridiculous. "You are jealous over nothing!" she told him.