I was very confused. We hadn’t done anything, “Sorry Moll, but you lost me. Did I pass out or something while you were here?”
“Don’t make this any harder on me.” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was blushing deeply. “I nearly touched your, um, thing. I’m married for Christ’s sake!”
I fought the urge to laugh, but it was not an easy struggle. She was upset because she NEARLY touched my dick and yet had let some random guy fuck her last year. I will never understand the way women think. “Okay Molly. I promise to never let you almost touch my thing again.” I lost the battle and snickered a bit as I finished my sentence.
“I’m serious! Look, we can talk about this later I think Chris just pulled in. Promise me that we’ll behave in the future.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could process them, “Sure Moll. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I was supposed to be pissed and angry, not bowing to her every whim.
“Thanks Jarod. Got to go. I’ll try to organize a night out dancing this weekend. Bye!” So a night of grinding and humping each other on the dance floor is okay, but not stroking my thigh on my couch? That’s a great example of female “logic” for you.
I woke before sunrise and was out the door in a few minutes. I jogged the five miles since my legs were still sore from the intense workout in the gym. I barely made it to the road by the lake before the sun crested over the horizon. This was my favorite route in the morning, just for this view. I was tempted to stop and enjoy it, but doubted I would be able to convince my sore muscles back into the slow gait.
Once I was home, I stripped off the sodden clothes. It was unseasonably warm, and in Texas that means the low temperature barely dipped below seventy degrees. So I was dripping sweat despite the slow pace. I toweled off and grabbed a sports drink out of the fridge. It felt great as I gulped it down. I grabbed my Tiger Tail and started rolling it over my legs. They were less defined than normal due to not running a marathon in over a year. I had been having trouble with my right calf so had taken time off to let it rest. I still admired the way each muscle flexed and rippled beneath my skin as I changed positions during the self-massage.
I made a simple breakfast and tried to come up with ideas on how to stay busy until five pm. Somehow I managed to pass the time without going crazy. I did some yard work, getting the beds ready for planting. I shook my head when I saw my neighbors planting flowers. Texas weather is always unpredictable but we were due for at least one more cold snap before Spring set in for good. I was baking under the sun and not for the first time wished I had been able to install a pool in the backyard. Maybe next year, I told myself. Of course, I had been saying that for three years. But maybe with my new pay raise I could swing it.
When it got too hot, I grabbed a towel and headed to the park. I slipped off my shoes and laid down my towel before sprinting for the dock. The water was so cold, I felt as if it sucked the air out of my lungs through my skin. I swam for the surface and spent a few minutes gasping as my body adjusted to the drastic temperature change. I spent at least an hour splashing around and swimming.
It was two pm when I got home, so I made a light lunch and cleaned up the gardening tools before hopping in the shower. I spent extra time shaving my nether regions in anticipation of the night to come despite barely being able to feel any stubble. As I keep my hair short, grooming takes very little time. I slipped on my jeans and at the last second I pulled on a polo instead of a simple t-shirt.
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