Market

Sun lotion. Please, for everything that's sacred, be sun lotion or any other things that she needs me to slide my hands all over that perfect body. “What do you need help with?” I ask

“Nothing much, just a few things from the market. Could you go there and buy them for me? I’ll give you the money of course.”

A shock of reality hits me, but I manage to keep my posture. How could I be so fool? Those kind of things only happen in porn movies or erotic stories.

“Yeah, no problem.” It really isn’t a problem, without Lucy here I have nothing to do and going to the market can make time goes faster and be a nice distraction.

She tells me where to grab some money, the amount she thinks will be enough and give me the directions to the market. Her list isn’t big, just a few things like toilet paper, toothpaste, soap, stuff that she thought it would have enough for the time we will spend here and probably it isn’t enough.

While I walk through the market isles my phone rings. I grab it thinking that Joane might want anything else, but it’s Lucy calling.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” I answer the call a little glad to have some company during the shopping.

“Hey hun, bad news.” She says with a sad voice on the other side.

“What? Something happened?” I ask worried. I have already stopped the shopping to pay attention and be ready if she needs me.

“Quite the opposite. Nothing is happening, the traffic is insane, we are at the same place for about fifteen minutes.”

“Damn. That’s sucks. At least are you close?”

“Only if you mean close to home. Luke got caught up at work and we left an hour ago. Not even close to arrive.”

“Shit, I was wanting to have some nice time with you today.”

“Me too honey. Hopefully we will arrive for dinner.”

“So I’ll tell your mother that you guys are going to arrive late.”

“Oh, she already knows. I called her first and she said you were at the market.”

The conversation goes by with nothing much, just the two of us talking about our morning and how exciting we are to spend some time together at the beach house.

By the time I arrive at the house we are no longer talking on the phone. She hang up to try to sleep a little. I walk withe the shopping bags towards the kitchen and place them near the counter, so Joane could see that I bought everything.

Spending the whole day coming here, unpacking and then at the market makes me wanna have a bit of a good time at the pool, even by myself.

I head towards the backyard and when I look through the glass doors I see something that makes my heart skip a beat.