Although this is part two, it could stand alone. It is not the same category as the first episode.
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"I'm glad you brought the boys over." Lynn said to Mike.
The four boys were playing "two on two" with our sons being skins and Mike and Carol's boys being shirts. Mike had been the referee-coach-cheerleader for both teams and by all appearances they were all having fun.
"I cannot think of any place better to be on a Sunday afternoon."
"Let me fix you guys something to eat." Lynne said as she headed for the door.
Before long she had soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for the boys and Mike. Lynn and I had just returned from our brunch, so we just grabbed a soft drink as we listened to the guys banter about the game.
"How would you guys like to go play paint ball?" Lynne suggested.
Paint ball was an all time favorite of the boys, but both Mike and I were a bit too slow to serve as much more than a prime target, thus for the past two years Mike and I had taken turns driving the boys to paintball and then spend an hour reading a good book until the boys had soaked each other in red and yellow paint. It was my turn to take the boys and Lynne had to have known that fact. The very suggestion of paintball was the point of no return, having brought the subject up doomed a dad to an afternoon of reading.
"It's you turn old man!" Mike laughed as he pointed to me.
"Oh, is it?" Lynne faked innocence.
It was only a few moments before our boys had their gear and had given me instructions to go to Carol's and pick up the gear for the rest of the small army of prospective assassins. I stayed in the car, not wanting to face Carol knowing what I did about her episode with my wife less than 48 hours ago. I could not help but wonder why Lynne had manipulated her time alone with Mike. I would find out later, what had transpired.
No sooner had we left our place than Lynne started in on Mike.
"Would you help me with these dishes?" Lynne asked Mike.
"Of course I would." Mike answered.
They finished the dishes in record time. And Mike sat down at the dining room table. Lynne walked up behind him and started to massage his shoulders.
"You are very tense, you work way to hard." Lynne whispered.
"And that feels so good! I would like to have more time off, but with the child support and the expense of the apartment, I have to work as much as I do." Mike tried to have a conversation.
"It is hard to give a decent massage at a chair, and you sure could use a good massage." Lynne declared.
"It has been a long time since I had a massage, decent or not!" Mike quipped.
"Let's go!" Lynne commanded as she took Mike by the hand and led her to our bedroom.
"Take off your shirt, and get on the bed" Lynne was in full control.
Mike obeyed. He was on his face on the bed. Lynne took the oil from her bedside table and warmed it in her hands before she applied it to his back and started working his tired muscles. Mike let out an occasional moan as she kneaded his muscles. Lynne spent well over a half hour working his upper torso.
"Thanks, that was great!" Mike said as she finished.
"You're all oily now!" Lynne giggled.
