Maggie came home with that look on her face.

The one that told me she’d found someone. Over dinner I asked her who it was, and she gushed about the new bag boy at the grocery store. She didn’t know his age, though she guessed he was about 20. With the meal finished, she made her way into the bathroom, and I followed her eagerly. Along the way she fed me a few more details about her quarry. Then she started running a bath. I watched her pull her clothes off slowly. Her eyes never left mine.

“Are you turned on?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to get him for you?”

She nodded again. “You check him out. Makes sure he’s okay.”

“I will, but I’m sure he’s fine.” I sat on the toilet lid and... Leer Más