"I'm going to meet some of my old work buddies that were fired along with me," Martin announced out of the blue on Monday evening at the supper table. "We're thinking of suing the company for back pay and for violation of our civil rights."
Peggy watched as Walt's head snapped up and his mouth opened as if he was going to say something. She caught his eye and gave a little shake of her head to stop the argument before it started.
"When is it? Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.
"Thursday," he replied.
"Are the wives going," she asked with the hope that he would go alone.
"Nah, it's a man thing," he responded. "We're going to rake them over the coals."
Peggy could hardly wait for Thursday to arrive. She kept herself busy with the usual household chores to take her mind off of the waiting. Walt noticed that she managed to touch him every time they were near each other and he took advantage of the change in her behavior. He became more aggressive and soon she even allowed him to run his hands over her body even when Martin was nearby.
He wasn't sure what was happening but he didn't object to it nor did he question it. He only knew that it was an exciting time for him and he didn't want to do anything to stop it. Her continuing attentions caused him to have to masturbate twice on Tuesday and again on Wednesday.
Peggy awoke early on Thursday morning and lay quietly in bed waiting for Martin to get up. She refrained from asking him what time he would be leaving since she didn't want to appear too anxious to see him go.
"He doesn't care what I do, anyway," she told herself. "He's the one that chose to live our lives without intimacy."
She pretended to be asleep when he groaned and farted before rolling out of bed. She could hear him pissing in the toilet and the thought crossed her mind to wipe off the seat before she sat on it. She waited for him to get into the shower before she got out of bed and covered herself with her robe to go out and start the coffee.
She was surprised to find Walt already up and sitting out on the patio in the morning sun.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said and kissed him on the forehead. "You're going to have to shave your head again, you're getting prickly."
"I'll shave anything you want me to," he grinned up at her. "How about under my arms?"
"Let's not go that far," she kidded back. "I like a little hair on my men."
"On your men?" he retorted. "How many have you had?"
"Only four, so far," she replied with emphasis on the last two words.
"Four? I thought you were a virgin when you got married."
"So did your father," she replied.
"So far?" he repeated her words to himself. "Does she mean me?"
Martin refused breakfast saying he would eat on the way. She waited patiently for him to get his papers together and watched as he walked to his car and drove off. She was shaking with anticipation but she held off to make sure he wouldn't return for any reason before she moved ahead with her plan. Returning to the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee and stood next to Walt.
"Is he gone?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded and smiled.
