Just a normal massage.

After the intensely sexual nature of the last ten minutes I am mildly relieved as Jamie resumes a normal therapeutic massage on my legs. My mind does continue to roil around with the thoughts of infidelity and lust as her hands continue to make their way around my body as the seasoned expert she truly is.

Before I realize what has happened I am snapped out of my reveries as Jamie's melodic voice cuts through my thoughts, "I hope you feel much better Mark. I haven’t done that in a couple years. I would offer you a shower to clean up. But I don’t have any hot water." And with that little snipe the thought comes to me, 'And there she is' as she prances out of the room in a haughty manner.

Getting down from the table I quickly wipe myself off as best I can with the towel when the door re-opens. "Matt texted me twenty minutes ago, he is on his way over. He was supposed to be gone until next week. Get Out! Fix my water tomorrow." Jamie spits with intense and panicked laced tones

With hardly a note of derision I snort a quiet laugh under my breath. "Fine! What ever you say. Enjoy your cold shower after getting your rocks off." I wonder why she has repeatedly gone through pained efforts to keep me from meeting this guy.

As I was already in my pants I just grab my shirt and walk out of the room and head out the front door. Opening the door I see a guy who I can only assume is Matt walking up the pathway from the public parking. Even with the constant tension between Jamie and myself I can’t help but feel a protective ownership over the woman who can fool even me at times for my wife. I stand there with my shirt in the shadowed, open doorway, my body glistens in the gentle evening light with the oil that hasn’t been wiped off. I stand there like a statue of a Greek god waiting to appraise the guy screwing my sister-in-law.

As Matt sees me standing in the doorway his confident gaite stutters for a few strides then devolves into an angry march as he rushes to find out who the half naked man in his woman’s doorway is. Standing with the most polite look I can I try to reduce my threat factor, I know this guy will probably start swinging with little provocation.

Marching up the sidewalk his angry stride slows as his view of me improves. As he reaches the step he stops at the bottom and demands, "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are doing standing naked in front of my woman’s house?"

Taking all but a moment to size this angry prick up in case he does lunge, any concern for myself is quickly abated as the guy is probably seventy pounds and five inches smaller than me. The reason Jamie wanted to keep me from this guy is instantly apparent as well. This guy could easily be mistaken as a mini-me.