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I stepped forward, angry. I'd had enough of this bully touching my wife. "Rob! Get your hands off my wife!"

Rob looked up at me, startled. I'd never put up much of a fight in high school, but times had changed.

"Woah, John! Calm down a bit!" Rob shook his head at me, his right hand leaving Rachel's crotch area. "I'm a professional, you can trust me." From her pelvic tilt, Rachel nodded.

"Don't worry, honey. Rob's right." Rachel explained, too dumb to understand the weight of the situation. "Don't you remember Rob's warning? He said that if he doesn't follow protocol, I could get hurt."

My fists clenched tighter, "Rob, I'm not asking."

Rob wasn't ready to back down just yet, "John, if your behavior continues, there will be grave consequences for both Rachel and myself." The nerve of that guy! If he thought that he could barge into my house and treat my wife in any way he wanted, he was sorely mistaken!

"Grave consequences?!" I scoffed. "Rob, remember one thing. I'm the man of this house. What I say will happen!"

Rob's sly smile dissapeared, his face contorting into a frown. I smiled. That'll teach him. Rob stood up, looking ready to vomit. He lifted an arm up - it was shaking.

Weakly, Rob mumbled to me, "John, what have you done? I-I-I warned you."

Then, without warning, Rob collapsed on the ground.

Rachel stood up, evidently worried for Rob. "John!" she scolded me. "Something's happened to him! It-It's all your fault!"

My fault?! I was only trying to protect her! Why was she so idiotic?! I put my hands in the air, projecting my innocence, "Rachel, he was touching you inappropriately and I couldn't bear to watch."

Rachel ignored me, bending down over Rob, concerned, "Whatever! Go get him an icepack!"

I huffed, irritated. Maybe I just needed to give my wife some space to calm down and then she would identify Rob as the cunning piece of shit he truly was. I stomped over to the kitchen to get an icepack, questioning my decision to buy Rachel a personal trainer. When I returned to the living room, Rachel was still hunched over Rob, feeling his temperature. As I approached, I couldn't help but notice Rachel's yoga pants strain against her stunning ass. At this point, the yoga pants had stretched to the point where they were semi-transparent, revealing the faintest hint of her latina olive-coloured buttocks.

"You wanted the icepack?" I gestured to the icy-blue sack in my hands. Rachel turned to me, her eyes avoiding mine. One of her hands darted to her butt.

"Ugh. This outfit is too tight to squat like this," she frowned. "Please take care of Rob while I get changed into something more comfortable." Rachel got up, finally making eye contact with me. "And please, treat him well. I don't want you messing up any more than you already have."

Having said that, Rachel left the room, leaving me with Rob.