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the bathroom.
    “I told you that Tamera and I had flexible
relationship.”
    “Why even be married?” Brie yelled from the
bathroom.
    “I love her,” said Brad.
    Brie came out of the bathroom and sat down on
the edge of the bed, still naked, her breasts curving upwards. “So,
I'm just some fun while the wife is away?”
    “No! Don't ever think that,” said Brad,
picking her up and twirling her around the room, the two of them
kissing as they spun around in circles.
    “You just like showing off how strong you
are,” said Brie, her anger softening.
    “But you like that, don't you? You love how
strong I am.”
    “Yes...” she said burying her face into his
neck. She loved his strength, all that potential energy, coiled and
ready to strike, power that could both protect and subdue her. She
would accept both.
    Scooped up in his arms, they sat back down on
the edge of the bed. Brie pulled her head back from his shoulder
and touched his face, partially out of affection, but also trying
to ascertain him. She then twisted herself out of his arms in a
gymnastics-style leap and in an instant was standing in front of
him. “If you don't get these windows fixed your living room will be
your new indoor pool.”
    “Clever.”
    “And your drywall will turn into wet
chalk.”
    “Not as clever.”
    Brie opened the top drawer of Tamera's
dresser and looked for some clothes
     
     
    They found some plywood paneling in the
garage and a small circular saw in the basement. “Wow, you know how
to use that, huh?” Brad said, trying to talk above the screaming,
thirteen pound circular saw that Brie was wrangling with one hand.
She cut the wood paneling into two rectangles, matching the
dimensions of the broken window openings. The saw came to a fast
stop.
    “Like you said, it takes forever to get help
in this town,” said Brie. “Its best to learn how to do this stuff
yourself.”
    “I wouldn't know where to begin,” said
Brad.
    “Yes, you would if you weren't a rich
attorney with the money to hire other people to do your chores,”
Brie said, grabbing the cut panels. “Okay, these are ready to go.
Too bad you gave that nail gun back to Mr. Fugleson yesterday. We
could really use it.”
    “Would a hammer and nails work?” said
Brad.
    “You actually know what a hammer and nails
are?” said Brie.
    “I'll look it up on the internet,” Brad said
smiling. They both bounded upstairs, Brad following behind her,
noticing how well Brie filled out Tamera's clothes. “You don't have
any panties under there,” said Brad.
    “Let's concentrate on the matter at hand,”
said Brie.
    “Your ass is the matter at hand,” he said
smacking her hard from behind.
    When they got to the living room the wind was
still blowing though the broken window, but the rain was no longer
coming inside.
    “Here, hold this in place,” Brie said as Brad
held the slightly oversized wood panel up to the broken window. She
pounded nails along the parameter the panel, affixing it to the
wall. “Mr. Fugleson's nail gun would have taken twenty
seconds.”
    “Yes, bad timing,” said Brad.
    They moved next to the kitchen, Brad holding
the panel in place and Brie pounding the nails. “Man, you are one
impressive chick,” Brad said, grabbing her ass and lifting her onto
the matte-finished silestone countertop. He squeezed her breasts
and kissed her full-on. “You haven't come yet,” he said.
    “That's right,” Brie said as she pulled off
her top. “But we still need to pick-up the glass and I have to
pee.”
    “What?” said Brad, fumbling with his
pants.
    “It’s hard to come with a full bladder, Mr.
Merle,” Brie said as she jumped off the counter top and ran out of
the kitchen to the bathroom, traveling through the living room to
the back hallway. It was the first time she had noticed the
interior of the house. It was all clean lines and light wood grain
paneling that she guessed was of some exotic species, but what did
she know? There were some