Aaron needs a shower.

Aaron rode in silence, his chin in his hand, staring out the window, with Ted’s hand wandering along his thigh. How did he get into this mess? He hated having cleavage he hated the corset He hated having that string between his ass cheeks. He just kept trying to focus on getting home. Once there, he wouldn’t have to leave again until he showed his new license to the cop, and then this would all be over with

Ted liked how his woman was just basking in the afterglow of pleasing her man. He stroked her thigh, letting her know that she was his, and that he cared about her. He idly wondered how wet she was, and how wet he could make her, but he didn’t want to ruin the tranquility of the moment.

Ted pulled into Aaron’s driveway, coming to a stop and putting the car in park. He looked over at Erin as she slowly turned to face him.

“Look, Ted...” Aaron said.

Ted grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into yet another **** kiss. Arron put up a hand to brace himself against Ted’s pull. And once again, his mouth was invaded by Ted’s tongue.

Aaron tried to push back, but Ted had the leverage to keep him there. When Ted finally broke the kiss, Aaron was gasping for air

Ted loved how turned on his woman got from his kisses. She was breathing heavily and probably soaking wet. He moved his hand up her thigh.

Aaron has had enough. He got out of the car and stormed towards his front door.

“I’ll call you tomorrow!” Ted called, rolling down his window. “Maybe we can do something?”

Without turning around, Aaron shouted back, “I’m busy. I’ll call you.”

And he fished his keys out of his purse, unlocked the door, and entered, fighting hard not to slam the door behind him.

He watched the headlights pull out of the driveway before he peaked out the window to see Ted speed off.

Aaron didn’t notice the curtains across the street do the same thing as his elderly neighbor viewed the widow return from her date.

Aaron snatched up his purse, kicked off his heels, and stormed into the kitchen.

“Something wrong?” Sarah asked, walking out of the living room. She could feel the anger radiating off of her father

Aaron poured himself a glass of bourbon and downed it, slamming the glass down on the counter

“He was unbearable,” Aaron said through clenched teeth.

“Welcome to the world of being a woman... mom” Sarah said.

“I never want to see him again!”

“Well, you can maybe breakup with him after my court appearance?” Sarah said cautiously, as she knew her father was upset. “He is a witness.... we may need him to testify. And we still need to figure out a lawyer...”

“Which costs money, Sarah,” Aaron seethed. “And this,” he swept his hand over himself, “cost a pretty penny! I’m still unemployed, remember?”

“Yeah,”Sarah said glumly. She felt awful for the predicament she’d gotten her father into. “Why don’t you go upstairs, get cleaned up, and get some rest? Sounds like it’s been a stressful day...”

Aaron poured himself another drink and downed it again, trying to get the taste of semen out of his mouth still.

“We’ll talk. Later.” Aaron said as he stormed upstairs.

He got undressed, and groaned as he realized he needed Sarah’s help, again, to get out of the corset. Sarah did so and retreated, knowing her father was in no mood to joke with.

Aaron got into the shower and let the hot water pour over his head for a long time, trying to figure out what to do. He again tugged fruitlessly on his glued on breasts, finally giving up. He cleaned himself and climbed out of the shower.

Wiping a hand across the foggy mirror to clear it, Aaron hated the woman he saw staring back at him. Most of her makeup was off, but not completely. He grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed the running mascara and eyeliner off of his face.

He vigorously dried his hair with a towel. He was about to call it a night when he sighed, thinking of how painful it would be to comb out, and reluctantly dried his hair with Sarah’s blow drier

He grabbed the tee shirt he had slept in the night before and fell into bed, exhausted. After several attempts at falling asleep on his stomach, Aaron gave up. His glued on breasts made sleeping on his stomach out of the question. Lying in his back, he felt the awkward pull of them by gravity, and wondered how women slept at night.

He finally fell into a restless sleep, unable to truly get comfortable