I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me. God, YES.”
I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh. But then I realized I needed to get to work. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. “Save ’em for next week,” he said, “I gotta get home and give my wife a good fucking too.” He got up and left without
another word.
