He felt comfortable, and not just physically.He was beginning to find himself.It was a Friday, and Bobby had just gotten home from school; he was inth... basement, playing WiiSports on his Nintendo (while wearing his yogapants) and was kicking ass at tennis when he heard Rachel arrive homefrom work. As he continued to play, he heard her making her waydownstairs. She came up behind him and watched his last serve. Therewas no way his opponent was coming back.As the match ended, Bobby turned to his. That night, Ruth and Dave had a massive row, nothing to do with Liam but to do with Dave's announcement that he was fucking Sarah Jennings from his workplace. It was not a major surprise to Ruth because she suspected he was fucking someone, although she did not know who. What was a surprise was that Dave said that he would be moving out and living with Sarah although Ruth should have maybe kicked him out anyway.They slept in separate beds that night, not a rare occurrence, not that Ruth slept. Glancing at Brook as I mowed the lawn, had me wishing that I had worn my boxers. The show she put on, the bending over, stretching over the car had my imagination running wild. It was getting difficult hiding my arousal and I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.With the basket full, after the last pass over the lawn, I took it over to the yard waste container. Dumping the contents in the container, I turned to put the basket on the mower. Standing before me was Brook, “Mr. Townsend, what do you think. “I’ve told you about all five women I have had. What do I know about you? I know you live in a place called Kansas, somewhere in the vast United States.”“I have to be careful. I’m married and have two children in college, and I work for a fundamentalist religious organization.”“I’m interested in you. In your life and what you feel and what you’ve done and everything. This is a romance. You’re not just a fuck buddy.” With exhaled breath he continued. “I love you.”Maggie teared up with emotion..