After leaving I either went to our office or home. Occasionally eating after sex were the only times we talked in depth. We avoided our personal lives and talked about current events, sometimes his sailing which required my pretense of interest or about clothes requiring even greater pretense by him. It was simple, we enjoyed our trysts, he was cheating, I was cheating, it was tit for tat, no questions asked. It was the secret puppet shadow’s weekly exercise, her sex trot.
In August 1992 I came to see his addition of a clear plastic deck canopy so the deck could be enjoyed on the frequent rainy days. The framer was hammering and sawing, his pickup truck with ridiculous oversized tires blocking my entry to the garage. He was, 6 feet plus, big boned, blond, with a wispy blond mustache and muscular biceps. His piercing blue eyes were friendly with a smile yet menacing without.
He was wearing Levi’s, black T shirt,
was tanned from working outdoors and his blond hairs on his arms accented his
sinewy muscles which flared up in bold relief when he flexed them working.
I was sipping wine and making comments about the view to William while sneaking glances at the framer's biceps but the framer caught me right away. He smiled boldly turning his eyes friendly light blue while I pretending not to have noticed him. William left to get some cheese from the kitchen below. The framer set his hammer down and approached.
"I'm Paul. I want you".
I like bold men but was taken aback,
especially being at William's house and this young man working for him.
"Sorry you can't have me. I'm taken."
"You want me too, I'll call."
“I’ll just hang up.”
“No, you’ll talk to me, cause you want me too.”
He returned to finishing the canopy as William returned.
It’s going to so enjoyable hanging up on you when you call, big bad boy!
As he was packing up to leave my
smug smile thought flashed blank. He caught me espying him again, smiled
knowingly and gave an okay sign as I turned away red flushed.
That evening on top and bottom with hubby,
images of those golden fleeced biceps danced before me.