I come up for air and spy a stranger starring from across the pool. He is sitting in a reclining patio chair, his silver fox wet hair glistens in the ...un. His long tan sinewy arms are folded above his head. I let my eyes follow his body down, down his hairy chest to the happy trail disappearing behind the fabric of his swim shorts. And his body goes on for days. Those thick muscly thighs, down to his tanned crossed feet.I take a large breath and sink to the bottom of the pool. Or is it a bath?. He still had the smug little smirk on his face, and I knew damn well he was just getting himself to the place where he wouldn't be in danger of popping too soon. “You know,” I said, “sex with you is like football in high school. Gotta go through warm ups first, do some drills, hear a fucking speech, pop each other a couple times to get in the mood... then maybe, if you're lucky, you get to the game.” “And then,” he said, “you got some little fucker talkin' shit, lookin' to get his ass kicked.”. It was Shelia’s last visit. It had been six weeks since I had given birth.“Well, how are you doing today?” she asked as she settled in wit aa cup of tea. “Your milk still flowing? No hungry baby anymore?”“No,” I replied. “I think we have a good schedule now and there’s no lack of milk.”“Then I guess you and your husband are looking forward to resuming sexual relations? The six-week waiting period is over.”With that, the tears I had been holding back for the last fw days burst forth.“I’m a. The evidence of her guilt did nothing to soothe my loathing. "Hmmm, so here I am near-naked, beads of water still glistening on my skin. What can we do for entertainment until we can be together again?" I wonder. Why don't you settle down on the bed and we'll find something to discuss." I could hear the slight creak of the hardwood floor and then the repeated squeak of the mattress springs as she playfully bounced up and down to let me show she'd arrived at her destination. "I'm there, big.