" but Mom cut me off."Bob is obviously here with someone NOT his wife. He is not going to say anything to anyone we care about. He knows I still run i...to Mary from time to time. Think of it as a cheaters code of honor."I must have looked puzzled, because Mom continued, "Remember how you got to pitch for that one inning?"I had to laugh, "Oh, God yea. I really sucked, didn't I? Thank God we had a good defense. I walked three in a row, and Jake swung at a wild pitch on a full count." He popped it. She whimpered, and forced her heavy arms out to touch Art’s chest. “Please, let me rest. I ... still ... t-t-tingly.”Her touch sent Art back to the bed, and he made another growl as he set his hands on her hips; Matt moved his out of the way, and held her stomach inside. And then, the devil forced his hips upward.She bounced, and squealed. “Oh! N-Not so rough! Please, p-please, slow ... down.”Again, they didn’t listen. Art continued to thrust upward, not so hard as to break her, but he wasn’t. Suddenly, I noticed the figure of someone in the doorway to the master bedroom. It was Maria. I wasn't sure if she had noticed my illicit activities. I pulled my hand from under the towel and wiped the lotion off of it on the edge of the towel. Maria stepped over to the bed. “Mr. Steve, you mess up my work. Get up. I will make the bed again.” I swung my legs to the side of the bed and as I did so, the towel parted. There was no hiding my huge erection. Maria again looked down for a split. He made her feel relaxed and safe, never critical, even when she burnt the potatoes one night, telling her that he loved very crispy, crunchy roast potatoes, and laughing told her that he needed a visit to the dentist anyway. Last night he had told her more about his past, how he had gone a little crazy after he and Suzanne had broken up, getting drunk too often, going out clubbing with abandon, and being careless until his friends had taken him away for a week to a rented house in Windermere.