Someone was there. I could smell a mix of perfume, lawn clippings, and sweat. "Checking me out, huh?" Ann's smile is amazing and melted me. She had a ...leeveless shirt on, and what I thought were shorts, but was instead a short denim skirt. "Can't help it. I kinda caught you doing the same."She admitted: "I know what I like."Turns out, her husband's best friend was getting married, and despite Covid, the groom and two buddies—her husband being one of them—were away golfing and drinking and. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms with a tight white t-shirt. The black strapless bra she had been wearing with the dress was very visible from beneath her shirt. The combination of her heart stopping looks, her gentle noises, and the sweet smell of perfume lingering on her skin had me smitten. She looked me in the eye at first, but then glanced at the floor blushing upon realizing I was serious. I fumbled with the jar in my hands. ‘I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while….’ My words. After a few more rounds and five more trips to the dance floor, we left the night club for my apartment. Kate and I walked into my apartment kissing and groping each other. We stumbled toward the bedroom, leaving our clothes in small piles along the way. Once we hit the bed, we were both extremely turned on and naked. All at once, Kate excused herself to the bathroom and took her purse. I thought it was odd at the time because I had never seen her do that before but she might have been dealing. But still, if you don’t want to do dishes, don’t make fucking dishes! I scream this in my head, but not a peep escapes my lips. I work hard too. I pull 10-12 hour days too. I deserve to come home to a clean home too! He’s leaning in and I can see the anger in his green eyes. Is that anger I see or something else? His muscles are flexing, his shoulders keep lifting up and down. Was that a hint of lust I just saw? I wonder this and decide to stand my ground. I may be smaller, but I’m not easily.