Suburban England
There's a hammering at the door.
Go for the knees. That man is huge, twice my size. If he lands a punch, I'm toast. Guys his size all have the same weakness, the knees. A sharp hard kick to the side and he'll drop like a sack of potatoes.
It's a shame really as I quite like the guy. But he's not somebody you get the wrong side of.
And I fucked his wife.
Okay, I'll rewind a little.
A while ago, my wife, Louise, left me. I'm over that now mostly I think, it wasn't the best marriage, but still, the situation took some getting used to.
We'd go to Park Fit, an open-air exercise class in the local park. Yeah, so middle-class I know.
The first time I went back to Park Fit on my own was daunting, but I needed to get back out there in the real world. Besides, there was some real eye candy in those classes.
Hayley and Danny were there. I kind of knew them. Louise would talk to Hayley in that way women do about shit that doesn't interest me.
Hayley was good looking. Not in the cute, easy way like Louise, but in the kind of way a woman grows into. She was the kind of girl that looks better at thirty than at twenty, and would probably look even better still at forty.
Danny was enormous. I'm six feet tall and fairly well toned, but he had a good six inches height on me. He looked fit, the kind of fit that somebody extremely fat would become after a year or two of hard work in the gym. Not all that natural-looking, but very imposing. They made for a conventional pair if you thought about it. Though the height difference was almost comical.
"I'm Danny," he said, his thick hand shaking mine tightly, "this is my wife, Hayley."
Clearly, he'd never even noticed me until now.
"I'm, Mark," I said. "We kind of met before, I used to come with my wife but..."
"Hi, I think I knew her, Louise, was it?" Hayley asked, seeming to already know the answer.
I made small talk, expertly skirting around the subject of my ex that still hurt to talk about, whilst trying not to gaze at the big man's wife. She really was a looker. Dyed blonde hair tied neatly in a ponytail that fell down her back, swaying and twirling as she exercised in a way that would tease a kitten mercilessly.
A warm day in late summer, she was dressed in a vest top and yoga pants. Perfect for training, but awkward for me as my eyes wanted to wander downwards to those lovely breasts and the sexy ass, of which her tight lycra left little to the imagination.
There was no mistaking those blue eyes, as she talked, they could light up the whole park. Danny was one lucky bastard.
The days and weeks went by, Danny worked as a car mechanic most days and Hayley took Park Fit alone. As I watched her train, I imagined what it would be like to hold her body against mine, kiss her soft skin, taste that salty sweat she worked up in the class.
Sometimes, we'd talk during breaks and, after a while she began walking back with me as my house was on her route.
Over those few weeks, I could see a more flirtatious twinkle in her captivating eyes.
In late October, we walked back through the park. Leaves were turning beautiful autumnal colours, but were mostly still in place on the trees as there had been no storms top speak of. There was a misty rain, the type that doesn't get you too wet and was perfect for outdoor exercise. The thick, looming, unseasonably humid atmosphere was almost palpable as we walked along the path through the trees.
Do you like doing dangerous things, Mark?" Hayley asked suddenly.
"Yeah, I've done a zip wire over a cliff, even that Bungee Rocket in Magaluf the one year. Man, that was crazy after several beers."
