Chapter 58, Deck Framer’s Biceps
The affair with William lasted
almost 2 years. We were casual, part time lovers, a secret puppet shadow easy to
conceal once sailing was nixed. I called, confirmed our Tuesday noon time
tryst; drove to his house and back, a routine secret bout without fuss or muss,
simple as that.
His house was a bachelor pad, built
after his divorce, obviously designed for a man without a woman’s influence. It
had a large lower level finished garage/shop, a middle level with small
kitchen, dining nook, living room, a half bath, a small bedroom which served as
his office and another room to which the door was always locked.
The master bedroom with full bath
including Jacuzzi tub and adjoining open deck was on the upper level accessed
via a spiral metal staircase giving it a large crow's nest feel. The upper deck,
bedroom and bath had panoramic views of Puget Sound, the Narrows Bridge and
From my first visit I knew there was
another woman. I could smell her presence and although not living there she was
evident by little things like feminine fragrance soap bars and waste baskets
with discarded hair pins and tissues with lip stick and mascara smudges. My being
in charge pf prophylactics indicated she was on the pill or had her tubes tied.
He never opened the room with the
locked door which he claimed was for storage. I suspected if checked I would
find her stashed items for overnight visits. He was cheating on her with me and
me with her. He never, however, let on there was someone else. It was,
"don't ask don't tell". I thought of spying to catch him red handed
or confronting him with discard items but realized it benefited us both to keep
our relationship pretending there was no other.
If he was evasive why he couldn’t meet
I acted clueless. An overnight rendezvouses was rare with my excuse I needed
hubby to be traveling when it was actually my reluctance to spend the night
having learned the value of time by myself. I wanted a congenial noon visit with a glass of wine,
chit chat, his relaxed wham bam ritual, all with a view but without relationship commitment,
a wide shift from when with Edward.
The drive from my house or office to his bachelor
pad was 30 to 40 minutes depending on traffic, a rendezvous lap time of 3 hours
or less, easily covered as shopping time. Over 2 years I drove my secret side
trip about a hundred times, pleasant diversions, like having a pastry,
forgotten soon after but enjoyed again and again. His little fastidious ritual
was pleasant but domestic enough to be martial.
I never had his house key. He knew
when I was coming by my phone call, watched for my arrival from his living room
bay window, pushed the garage door opener when he saw me pull into the gravel driveway,
pushed it closed once I was in the garage and greeted me at the top of the
garage stairs. We kissed, his mustache washed of pipe ashtray scent, he led me
by the hand and we ascended the spiral staircase to his bedroom to enjoy our
weekly brief romantic interlude.
After a glass of wine and hors d’
oeuvre we were ready for sex and went into stylistic action with the curtains
open to enjoy the view. After sex we showered or on occasion had a Jacuzzi tub
soak. The only pause would be a show and tell such as my showing a new dress,
shoes, hair style or lingerie which he faked an interest in or his show and
tell gadgets for my faked interest. His portable mobile phone, a Motorola 3200,
the first one seen saw up close, was the only gadget that perked my interest. I
purchased one for hubby on my back.