1. A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04


    Date: 2/9/2024, Categories: Interracial Love, Author: byProperlyTwisted 

    ... sometimes until seven or eight at night and on weekends. How's she supposed to develop a social life outside the office when she never sees the outside of the office? Hmmm?"

Mary's body language, a hand on one hip and chin held high, brokered no disagreement. Since she had already concluded that I wasn't encouraging Lisa and didn't accept her advances, I decided to call it a win and let her finish her rant.

"Anyway, I think I've got a fix. I'm going to introduce her to Will. You remember Will, from church, Lily's youth director. Good guy,really good looking, highly ethical, same age as Lisa give or take. He'll be a perfect fit."

I said nothing. Will was gay. Mary would figure that out in due course. Perhaps it would happen with some discomfort, perhaps not, but since it left Mary with what she thought of as an ideal solution, who was I to disrupt her daydream? No, I was perfectly satisfied to let that ship run aground under its own steam.

"Come on, Lisa's flight is at 1;25, we've got to get a move on," she urged.

Ten minutes later we were in the SUV and heading towards McCarren (at least I still thought of it as McCarren). We let Lisa out and she gave Mary a big hug and me an awkward, brief handshake until Mary said, "it's okay." Lisa then smiled, gave me a hug, and subtly reached around outside of Mary's view to grab my left ass cheek. Happily, Mary did not see the move.

"Thanks, to both of you," Lisa said pulling away, "I mean it. For defending me last ...
    ... night Mark, and for listening to me this morning Mary, everything really. This whole week has been an eye opener about who you can trust and who you can't."

"Safe travels!" I choked out, afraid to say more.

Three minutes later we left the airport.

"Let's go to the adult movie place." Mary said, "the one we stopped at last night when you were calling Mel. That's where you saw 'me' in a video, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Well, at least you've got me curious," Mary said guardedly.

Bullshit! I thought. A whole lot more was going on in that pretty noggin' than curiosity. Mary could legitimately pretend she was interested solely in seeing what turned me on, what made me even think about sharing her with a group of young hung studs, but after yesterday and her revelations of what she'd done with Miguel, her interest was anything but academic.

Frankly I didn't care what motivated her. I was looking at the potential resurgence of the woman I'd dated and married but who had become buried over the years, and that made me happy, so I was satisfied to concede her juicy rationalization.

"Okay," I responded, "it's on the way back."

Five minutes later we were in the parking lot, and it was apparent that a heaping helping of Catholic guilt threatened to send Mary running. I could see it in her eyes—they darted from side to side to make sure no one she knew saw her (as if anyone we knew from Fargo would be in the parking lot of an adult arcade at 12;30 p.m. on a Thursday ...
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