He had overslept and even though the heavenly smell of bacon hung heavy in the air, the serving plate was depressingly empty."Where's my bacon?" he wh...ne."You're late." Snapped his mother.Megan giggled and dramatically downed her last piece, acting as though it was the most wonderful thing she had ever eaten."Here, Pete." Said Mindy offering him the lone remaining strip on her plate."Thanks, but you don't have to do that." It's okay, I'm full. I wasn't going to eat it anyway." Thanks."Pete. Ifelt like a pioneer woman by comparison. I realized that Darla wouldnever take me up on my offer to teach her to sew."Would you guys like to go for a swim?" she asked us. She went on to saythat she was sure there were extra suits available that would fit us. Iknew Sam didn't like to parade around in a one-piece suit, but? I didn'tthink we'd be skinny-dipping in Darla's pool. "What do you say, Sam?" I asked him. "I will if you will," he said throwing the ball back in my court."Come on you two!. The smell of his cologne is so intoxicating. "I need you to close the restaurant tonight"I nod my head to say yes. He catches my eyes glancing over to you. He walks to the side of me. His crotch grazes my hand. I can feel his breath on my ear. "Be careful." My eyes lock with his. I'm not sure who is more hungry at this point. I purposely let my hand slide across the bulge forming in his pants. He pulls closer. "Not here. Not now." I let out a deep breath of air. I hear him groan. Funny thing is, I never really cared, and neither did Meagan. I'd stopped loving my wife some time before that. She'd cheated on me before, and although her mouth told me she'd been really sorry, her eyes had always told me different. It was almost like she had expected that just saying sorry would have been enough because aside from that there was virtually no change in her attitude.Meagan didn't care about her leaving that much either. My ex – Jill – had always been picking on her, always.