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He’d left a note as always, scratched crudely telling me he’d be back by midnight.
Thinking we had the evening to ourselves we got down to it.
Jason was the best lover, careful, considerate and very aware of my responses to him.
I knew he liked the wooing process and I was more than happy lapping it up in more ways than one.
At around ten o’clock we heard the screen door rattle and the familiar voice announcing he was home. We panicked, grabbing clothes left and right, mixing up his for mine and mine for his.
When he entered, it was obvious from our dishevelled appearance that we had been active in ways I know he didn’t want to think about.
He looked at us, grumbled something incoherent and said he was going to bed.
As he disappeared into his room, we breathed a sigh of relief. But then came his voice, “I never liked you, Jason, leave my wife alone.”