Running through the usual

Paul barely makes it to the salon on time. The receptionist is a little surprised to see him with the vest pressing up his pectorals giving a bit of a chest, but she’s seen stranger and ushers him straight back.

Paul disrobes after fiddling with the vest and sets his clothes off to the side as the laser technician comes in and gets prepped.

“The music is good idea; that’ll help the time go faster for ya.”

Paul looks at her a bit quizzically and then sees her pull some earbuds from her pocket, “I’ll probably listen to my own if you’re okay with it.”

“Um, ya, sure, go ahead,” he nervously responds as lays down on the table.

She starts her music and then indicates for him to tap one of the earbuds he forgot was there. Tapping the bud, he hears Molly’s voice pick up where she left off repeating her loop.

He lays back and closes his eyes focusing on trying to repeat her intonation and patterns in his mind.

He must have drifted off as she had to poke him to get his attention to roll over. As he does, he realizes he’s developed a bit of a kickstand below. Jewel notices his embarrassment and tries to assuage his concern and comfort him, “oh, don’t worry about that. Happens a lot to guys; guess you could say I got a hot touch,” she teases but Paul can barely hear it as he rolls over.

Now on his stomach with her words pounding through his head he inadvertently begins mouthing along with Molly.

Jewel thought she caught him saying something but dismissed it as her just mishearing it through her own earbuds.

As she finishes, Nancy comes in to touch up his nails.

Before long, Nancy finishes up and Teri comes in to freshen up his tan. As she walks in, she immediately sees the issue removes his earbuds and puts them with his clothes before she begins, “can’t have you getting those painted or running down your ears.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul responds apologetically.

Once Teri is done, she reminds him about taking proper care of his tan and watching it. Paul affirms his assurance of keeping it clean this time for sure.

“Oh,” Teri continues as she walks to his pile of clothes with a plastic bag, “I saw you wear that workout corset on the way in.” Digging through his clothes she finds the vest and tosses it in the bag, “make sure you don’t wear that home or until tomorrow.”

“Oh, ya, that was just from a training session before this; I didn’t have time to change.”

“No matter; just don’t where it until the tan sets as Its sure to rub it right off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Teri just chuckles and brings his clothes over to him.

Paul gets dressed, grabs his bag, and heads home where he stores his sandals and vest, returns the earbuds to the case, and goes to make dinner.

Molly gets home and gushes over his fresh appearance. Talking up how healthy and strong his looking. Her only regret is he can’t do any “strenuous exercise” until tomorrow and can’t relieve her energy from this morning.

“Well, be a good girl, and I assure you it’ll be worth the wait,” Paul consoles her.

After dinner, they relaxed a bit before heading to bed.

While getting ready for bed, Molly was taking some meds & vitamins, Paul asked, “earlier today during training I was having a hard time hearing...Bill.” Molly acknowledged him with a shake of her head while taking pills for him to go on.

“He mentioned that you two used to have a device for communication called a ‘gadget’”.

At the mention of the ‘g’ word, she reflexively tried to gasp, but had a mouth full of water and a couple of pills. As she choked causing an immediate cough to shoot out the contents of her mouth across the bathroom mirror and sink.

Paul quickly reaches over to make sure his wife is okay as she seemed to nearly **** on her meds, “you okay, hun.”

As Molly catches her breath, she gives him a thumbs up while panting. “Sorry. That cough snuck up on me,” she tried to cover.

“Anyway, he said I should get it from you so we could use it to communicate tomorrow.”

Molly stood there staring at the mirror like a deer caught in the headlights trying to process what the hell Bill was getting at.

“You gonna be okay, hun?”

“Ya,” she responds hoarsely, “I’ll be right to bed; you go on ahead. Just going to clean this up and take a few pills,” she says grabbing a hand towel to wipe up the mirror.

“Ok, but don’t be too long, babe.”