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caught it.
    "Fuck!!!" Angie screamed as the thing shattered behind her.
    I sighed.
    "Fuck, Charlie, I'm sorry...oh fuck, I'm sorry but I have to go. I
have
to go and open or we'll be late starting prep again." Her eyes were pleading.
    "Go. I'll take care of it. Just go." I waved her out the door.
    Her shoulders drooped a little. "Fuck, Charlie. I'm a bitch. Why do you put up with me? I'm a total fucking bitch."
    I couldn't help but chuckle. Talk about hot and cold. "Just go. You can pay me back later."
    That seemed to cheer her up. "I will. I promise." She winked, then spun then sailed out the door. She gave it a good yank, sending it flying until it closed with a satisfying thud.
    I took a deep breath. What could I do? I was just
really
into her.
    We'd barely talked, the night before, about what had happened in the car. We'd left it at the mechanic's and taken a cab home. Not much you can say about that in a cab. By the time I got out of the shower, she was already asleep.
    I would have brought it up over breakfast but for some reason the alarm didn't ring and when we woke up it was nine in the morning and she was already late.
    I stood there wondering whether I should mop or sweep the glass up first. My thoughts sailed backwards, to the previous night.
    What a strange thing to discover about myself, that I was turned on thinking about my wife with another man. What a stranger thing still for her to figure it out like that.
    It had been incredibly hot, what she'd done, what she'd said to me, but now for some reason I wanted to talk to her about it. I wanted to explain myself to her, that it was just a fantasy. Or maybe I just wanted to explain myself to myself.
    A flicker of fear flashed through me. It was absurd but I caught it and held onto it.
    My wife. My wife thought I liked it when other men paid attention to her. What if my wife thought that I wanted her to sleep with another man?
    My wife was going to work. Will was at work. Will was another man.
    Okay, so maybe here I got a little confused, mixed things up a little. It hadn't been Angie who'd had that fantasy of seeing Will's hands on her. She had no idea about it. Suddenly, though, the thought that she knew about my kink made it seem infinitely more probable that she would take what she'd learned and run with it.
    What if she were pulling into work just now? What if Will were waiting for her there?
    "You'll never guess," she might just say, "what I found out about my husband last night. You'll never believe what he's into."
    Will would get that overly confused, overly concerned look on his face. Or he might just bark, "Yes chef," like he always did. Who knew?
    "He wants to see me fuck another man! Ha! Can you believe it!" Then her face would harden and she'd put that giant purse down and grab Will by the shirt and say, "Come on. Let's fuck."
    And he would. I just knew he would. I just
knew
that at that moment Will was looking at her the same way that big farm-hand Jimmy had. I just knew that when I wasn't there Will's eyes were crawling all over her, undressing her and greedily imagining what it was to fuck a woman like his chef?
    Yes that was preposterous. That something like that would actually happen in real life, that day, was absurd. But in the moment I could not stop thinking about it.
    I stood there, water from the vase pooling around my feet, thinking how I would get to the restaurant and what excuse I would make for going there.
    I backed up slowly, checking to see if there was glass anywhere around me. There wasn't. I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. My hair was standing on one side of my head and dark, prickly stubble had grown on my chin. I was kind of a mess. I wanted to move. Go fix myself up, clean up the mess. I could only think of one thing.
    Vivid pictures of Angie's legs splayed open coursed through my mind, heating the blood in my veins and making my head spin. There was Will, standing above her with a smirk, finally about to show his