Gables.
Lainey was always going on about moving there when they could afford it. Like that was ever going to happen. He worked at the Gap, for shit’s sake. He earned minimum wage. If it weren’t for her parents, who’d paid the down payment on their tiny house in the decidedly ungentrified section of Morningside and continued to make the monthly mortgage payments, they’d probably have been living in some crummy, cramped apartment like Jeff and Kristin. Although if he were living with Kristin, he doubted he’d mind being cramped.
As Suzy’s car disappeared around the next corner, Tom was surprised to realize that most of the other cars, including the white Lexus SUV, had vanished somewhere along the route without his noticing. Lainey’s fault, he decided. As most things were. She was always getting in his way, distracting him from the task at hand. He had to pay attention, he understood, turning onto Granada Boulevard and spotting Suzy’s car at a stop sign several blocks ahead.
He watched the silver BMW turn right on Alava Avenue and followed after it. Suzy quickly turned left, then right, then right again, picking up speed. What was she doing? Had she realized he was tailing her? Was she trying to lose him? And hadn’t they already driven down this same street just minutes ago? He was sure he recognized that pink stucco house on the corner. Hadn’t they just passed it? Was this some sort of joke? Had she recognized him and decided to lead him on a wild-goose chase? Had she known from the very beginning he was following her? “Stupid bitch,” he cursed under his breath, fighting a sudden surge of nausea.
Just turn around and go home, he told himself. Yes, Lainey would be waiting up for him. Yes, she’d yell and carry on. But what the hell? He was used to her histrionics. Eventually she’d wear herself out, cry herself back to sleep. She’d forgive him in the morning, the way she always did. And if she didn’t, if she continued to give him a hard time, he’d just go over to Jeff’s place, or to the gym where Jeff worked, or to the Wild Zone. Wherever Jeff was. Wherever Lainey wasn’t.
Damn her anyway. It was Lainey who was responsible for all his problems, Lainey who’d gotten herself pregnant, who’d pushed him into a marriage she knew he wasn’t ready for, who was so bloody fertile she’d found herself pregnant again barely a year later, saddling him with not one but two children, both of whom looked exactly like him, so there was absolutely no question as to their paternity. It was her fault he had to work at a job he hated, her fault he couldn’t just go off gallivanting with Jeff whenever he felt like it, even if Kristin let Jeff do whatever the hell he wanted. “What’s the matter with Kristin anyway?” Tom could hear Lainey shout.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with Kristin, Tom thought silently. She was the perfect woman. She didn’t whine about responsibilities and complain if Jeff blew a few hundred bucks on a leather jacket. She never gave him grief for how late he came home, or how much he drank, or how stoned he got. Hell, she even turned a blind eye to his playing around. In fact, according to tonight’s exchange, Kristin wasn’t averse to even joining in herself on occasion.
Sex with two women had always been a favorite fantasy of Tom’s. A big-busted blond like Kristin on one side, a willowy brunette like Suzy on the other, Tom sandwiched happily in between. He’d take turns with them, doing one from the front, the other from the back, and then flip them over, repeat the whole process again in reverse, do stuff Lainey wouldn’t even let him talk about.
Not that he’d even want to do them with Lainey, who was short and a little on the stocky side. Unlike Kristin, who was statuesque and, in a word, stacked. Of course, Lainey always insisted Kristin’s boobs were fake, but what difference did it make what they were made of? She’d paid for them, so that made them
Lainey was always going on about moving there when they could afford it. Like that was ever going to happen. He worked at the Gap, for shit’s sake. He earned minimum wage. If it weren’t for her parents, who’d paid the down payment on their tiny house in the decidedly ungentrified section of Morningside and continued to make the monthly mortgage payments, they’d probably have been living in some crummy, cramped apartment like Jeff and Kristin. Although if he were living with Kristin, he doubted he’d mind being cramped.
As Suzy’s car disappeared around the next corner, Tom was surprised to realize that most of the other cars, including the white Lexus SUV, had vanished somewhere along the route without his noticing. Lainey’s fault, he decided. As most things were. She was always getting in his way, distracting him from the task at hand. He had to pay attention, he understood, turning onto Granada Boulevard and spotting Suzy’s car at a stop sign several blocks ahead.
He watched the silver BMW turn right on Alava Avenue and followed after it. Suzy quickly turned left, then right, then right again, picking up speed. What was she doing? Had she realized he was tailing her? Was she trying to lose him? And hadn’t they already driven down this same street just minutes ago? He was sure he recognized that pink stucco house on the corner. Hadn’t they just passed it? Was this some sort of joke? Had she recognized him and decided to lead him on a wild-goose chase? Had she known from the very beginning he was following her? “Stupid bitch,” he cursed under his breath, fighting a sudden surge of nausea.
Just turn around and go home, he told himself. Yes, Lainey would be waiting up for him. Yes, she’d yell and carry on. But what the hell? He was used to her histrionics. Eventually she’d wear herself out, cry herself back to sleep. She’d forgive him in the morning, the way she always did. And if she didn’t, if she continued to give him a hard time, he’d just go over to Jeff’s place, or to the gym where Jeff worked, or to the Wild Zone. Wherever Jeff was. Wherever Lainey wasn’t.
Damn her anyway. It was Lainey who was responsible for all his problems, Lainey who’d gotten herself pregnant, who’d pushed him into a marriage she knew he wasn’t ready for, who was so bloody fertile she’d found herself pregnant again barely a year later, saddling him with not one but two children, both of whom looked exactly like him, so there was absolutely no question as to their paternity. It was her fault he had to work at a job he hated, her fault he couldn’t just go off gallivanting with Jeff whenever he felt like it, even if Kristin let Jeff do whatever the hell he wanted. “What’s the matter with Kristin anyway?” Tom could hear Lainey shout.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with Kristin, Tom thought silently. She was the perfect woman. She didn’t whine about responsibilities and complain if Jeff blew a few hundred bucks on a leather jacket. She never gave him grief for how late he came home, or how much he drank, or how stoned he got. Hell, she even turned a blind eye to his playing around. In fact, according to tonight’s exchange, Kristin wasn’t averse to even joining in herself on occasion.
Sex with two women had always been a favorite fantasy of Tom’s. A big-busted blond like Kristin on one side, a willowy brunette like Suzy on the other, Tom sandwiched happily in between. He’d take turns with them, doing one from the front, the other from the back, and then flip them over, repeat the whole process again in reverse, do stuff Lainey wouldn’t even let him talk about.
Not that he’d even want to do them with Lainey, who was short and a little on the stocky side. Unlike Kristin, who was statuesque and, in a word, stacked. Of course, Lainey always insisted Kristin’s boobs were fake, but what difference did it make what they were made of? She’d paid for them, so that made them
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