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the stools, and then she rotated, pushing my back into Mr. Wilson’s chest. His hand snaked out to steady my hip as she slipped away from me to perch on the stool I had just vacated. She smiled again, pleased with herself, and I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were standing hard at attention in her white t-shirt.
    Behind me, I heard Mr. Wilson ask the bartender for three more drinks. His hand stayed on my hip, and I looked at Mrs. Wilson. A nervous thrill fluttered through my belly. It was probably another twenty minutes before our table was ready. Nothing else happened, but his hand didn’t move, and her smile just grew. It was infectious, and by the time we sat down and ordered, I was flashing my own grin right back whenever she looked at me. Like we had a special secret, only I didn’t think it was a secret anymore.
    ***
    We picked up the kids after practice and went back to the condo. Mrs. Wilson announced that it was bedtime for everyone who wanted to go skiing in the morning, so the twins and Mr. Wilson went off to brush their teeth. I took a quick look in the fridge. There wasn’t much, so I mused aloud that we would have to go grocery shopping.
    Mrs . Wilson come up behind me and rested her chin on my shoulder. “Hmmm, yes. Make a list, and we’ll go together tomorrow. We’ll have the whole day to ourselves, unless you want to go skiing?”
    I swallowed hard. I did want to hit the slopes, but not as much as I wanted to spend time with her. “What else could we do?”
    She gave me a quick hug, her breasts pressing into my back, then moved to the hallway leading to the master bedroom. “Whatever you want to do, Carrie. Everything’s up to you.”
    I looked at her for a beat, then nodded. “Maybe we could go to the spa? Get pedicures, relax in the hot tub?”
    She smiled at that, wide and bright. “We can hot tub right here, remember?” She nodded toward the deck. “We’ll decide tomorrow.” And with that, she disappeared into the bedroom she shared with her husband. I stood there for a few minutes, wondering if I might hear ... something. Anything. I didn’t, so I went to bed. I fell asleep, my thoughts swirling a tortured mix of disappointment and relief.
     

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    ISBN: 978-0-9919736-0-6 (Kindle edition)
     
    Watching the Wilsons
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