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“So, the next day Anna showed up earlier than expected and Bob wasn’t finished getting dressed so he yells down for the kids to let her in. Well, unbeknownst to him she lets the kids out to play, leaving them alone in the house. When Bob stepped out of his bedroom he was still buttoning his shirt when he saw Ann at the top of the stairs.”
“Is everything O.K?” He asked.
“Yeah, I was just looking around. I haven’t been in a kid’s room since I moved out of my parent’s house and I was just getting nostalgic.” She improvised.
“Well, that’s the kid’s room over there and my room is at this end.” Bob said as he stuck his hand in his pants. “Me and my wife’s room.”
“May I see?” It sounded innocent enough but Bob hesitated.
“No, I didn’t make the bed and it’s kind of messy.” He took his hands out of his pants and closed the door behind him.
“Oh, I don’t mind. I was just wondering about the size of it.” She said as she pushed past Bob in the small hallway. “The bedroom, that is.”
“Wow,” she said upon entering, feigning surprise, “it’s much bigger than I thought. And this bed, it’s huge.” She tested the bed, a king size waterbed with firm sides. “I’ve never seen one so big! A waterbed that is.” She climbed in and sprawled seductively across the satin sheets. “Ooh, it’s so warm! Is it always like this?” She rubbed her hands over blood red sheets. “Ooh, I love it! I could stay in here forever.” A quick flutter of the eyes gave her away.
“Alright; you’ve seen it, you love it. Now can we go to work?” Bob said from through the doorway.
“Okay.” Ann climbed out of the bed and squeezed past him again with a playful smile on her face. “Do you know what you need now? A giant mirror on the ceiling.” Poor Bob didn’t see the long hairs she left behind, but you can rest assured that Mary would see them.
Bob dropped the kids off at Tia’s; he was just leaving as Renee drove up. He waved politely and jumped in the car with Ann without speaking to her.
“That’s her.” He told Ann as he closed the door of Ann’s bright red Chevy Monte Carlo, the Dale Earnhardt Jr. edition, complete with racing decals. It had black leather seats with a floor mounted shift with the limo tinted windows and rumbled when she fired it up. If Bob didn’t know better he’d of sworn it was a chick magnet.
“This is nice.” Bob complimented Ann on her selection. Ann jammed on the accelerator, throwing Bob back into the seat as the tires squealed down the street.
“Eat my dust, Bitch.” Bob saw her look back in her rearview mirror at Renee and for the first time he wondered just what he had gotten him into.
“You haven’t seen the last of me.” Renee said under her breath as she watched Bob speed away.
“Now, our boy Bob, had managed to elude Renee, and hopefully put her off the trail. But now he had a more serious problem. Now he was beholden to another woman for coming to his rescue, and she wasn’t about to let him forget it
To be continued …
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