If she had not been so good-looking, or not been wearing such ridiculously short shorts, then I could have easily driven past.I’m not the kind of pe...son who usually picks up hitchhikers, but I am a red-blooded, heterosexual male. So I stopped and she half-walked, half-bounced over to the car. She had a way of bouncing on each stride like she’d never forgotten the excitement a toddler feels when they master the art of walking.“Thanks for stopping. Where are you off to?” Her voice was sweet, and. I smile again realizing how DeSean worshiped my body and thinking that he is 12 years my junior. I think to myself, Ugh, Kathy, what are you doing this could ruin your marriage. Your husband of over 20 years and whom you love very much is waiting in the kitchen and your thinking about another man. I run my fingers through my damp hair and throw on my bathrobe and head to the kitchen. Passing the living room I find Brian has set all the food on the coffee table and is plopped down on the couch.. "No... no. Listen, why don't you come over to my place for dinner. I'm a pretty good cook you know."His face lit up and he said eagerly, "Great. What time?" Say about eight." I'll be there." He kissed Jenny quickly again and left.Jenny smiled as she walked back to her desk. Now maybe she could get to work."Ringgggg."Jenny sighed in frustration and picked up the phone."Hello." Jenny, this is Michael from the clothing store." Oh, hi Michael." I just wanted to check in on you and see how your new. I let it sit while I recovered my day old coffee from the microwave.So much time passed while I did that chore, that I was jealous when Janet come into the kitchen with her cinnamon bun. She washed it down with orange juice made from concentrate.“Since I brought a can of coffee grounds, can I have a cup of your fresh coffee?” she asked when the bun was gone.“Sure as long as you brew the next pot, and put it in the aging jar,” I said. The aging jar was actually an iced tea pitcher with an ‘x’ on.