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Monday morning, Dec 11, 2028

It was nice having my own gym clothes for a change. I had been self-conscious wearing Eric’s old ones. I wore street clothes on the way to the gym, with the new ones in Eric’s gym bag. The walk was getting easier, even if was still cold in the morning, twenty-seven degrees. At least it was warmer than Sunday morning.

The workout was getting easier as well. I still wasn’t coming even close to keeping up with Ginger, but I felt like it was at least reasonable. It felt good, too. Miracle of miracles

Later, back at her house, we both had to get ready for work. Watching Ginger get ready, sitting almost naked at her makeup table and then getting dressed was a joy. Especially, since we hadn’t done anything fun the night before from being too damn tired.

Ginger wanted to show me her agency office, but it was going to have to wait as it was going to be a long day at the store, stocking shelves. We’d gotten a lot done Saturday with all three of us, but there was still a lot to do and it would only be Susan and me the rest of the week. That is, unless Susan found some good candidates and they were willing to start right away.

That’s exactly what she was hoping when I got there. Susan was already there, working away, her hair back in her normal bun and conservative pants and blouse. “I’m going to have a few people in today, you want to sit in?” she asked me, “I’m optimistic about finding someone good this morning.”

“Nah, you’ve got it, no point in taking both of us away from getting this done,” I told her, motioning toward the vast store. “How many you interviewing?”

“Four, want to hire at least two, hopefully for full-time, and two part-time if they’re as good as their resumes.”

With that, we both got busy working on stocking shelves. At least, after Saturday, it was a little easier to get around, we’d gotten a lot of the boxes out of the aisles. Every box we got out of the way made it that much better.

I never thought anything about it when we heard a knock on the door at nine and Susan asked me one more time, “You sure? Last chance.”

There was work to be done. No point in me sitting in on her interview. I never had before, that was always Addie’s thing. “Nah, I’ll work.”

Susan left me and I didn’t think anything more of it, just continued working on stocking the shelves for the next half-hour until Susan and this little chubby lady walked down the aisle toward me, “Matt, this is Cathy.” She couldn’t have been five-feet tall and was probably over two-hundred pounds, but that face… she was just bubbling happiness, “Cathy, Matt.” It was interesting, she didn’t introduce me as part-owner, just ‘Matt’.

Cathy stuck her hand out, I took it and smiled at her, “I’m so excited,” she said.

“Cathy’s going to start tomorrow,” Susan said, “she has a few things to take care of first.”

“Welcome, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do,” I told her, “you’ll have a good boss,” gesturing toward Susan.

Susan escorted Cathy back out, unlocked the door for her, then walked back toward me. “She’s worked in retail before, but was unhappy. She loved helping people, but she said the store was awful, all they wanted to do was take advantage of their customers. I told her how we treat ours and she was ecstatic. I think she’ll be perfect.”

One up. Addie will be pleased, I was sure. But in the meantime, the boxes weren’t unpacking themselves.

Shortly after ten, there was another knock and Susan began another interview. That time, it was only a few minutes and she wasn’t nearly as happy, “Ugh,” she said, “what a freakin’ liar! Wonder where he stole that resume from?” she complained, “He’s an absolute idiot!” she continued her rant.

She kept up her mumbling about him while we worked. The guy must have made quite an impression. I’d never seen Susan quite like that. I was feeling kind of sorry for the next person. She said there were four altogether. She’d been in such a good mood after Cathy but now was just the opposite. I asked her what the guy said and all she’d answer was, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Okay, he’s gone, I’ll let it just go away. Then it didn’t help when the person that was supposed to show up at eleven didn’t show. Ahh, the joys of hiring! She said that the next woman was supposed to be here at one… “If she shows up,” she grumbled.

Poor woman, might be a little hard for her, probably just as well that Susan has that extra hour to calm down.

We took a short break for lunch. Susan asked me if I’d mind running up the street to Burger King and getting us a hamburger. When I got back, we sat in her office and she told me a little more about Cathy, “I think we’ll really like her, she seemed fun and bubbly even before we started talking. Seemed like one of the happiest people I’ve ever met. She’s married and has a twelve-year-old boy at home,” then added, “Don’t think she’d be much good for Adriana’s volleyball team, though,” laughing at her little joke.

I couldn’t help but visualize that. No, I didn’t think so, either.

We finished our hamburgers and went back to work until there was another knock on the locked door. I didn’t pay any attention, just kept on working while Susan left to, hopefully, find another person to hire.

It took her a little longer, she hadn’t come out of her office after forty minutes. A little later, I had my back to the aisle and heard a voice I thought I recognized but couldn’t think where. Then it hit me. No way! No way in hell! Everyone’s had coincidences, but this was too far, too much.

But the closer they got, the more I knew it was. When I turned around, there she was, Tammy from Dry Falls. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been half-naked, topless, scrambling to get inside a car before that other car got there. Right after she and Ginger had been in a much too short, passionate embrace.

When I turned, Tammy stopped in her tracks and stood there gawking at me, the same as I was at her. Poor Susan looked totally confused about what was going on, “Umm,” she started, “I was going to introduce you, but…”

“We met,” I told her, “yesterday, totally by accident.” I didn’t tell her the circumstances – Tammy and Ginger making out, half-naked - although, with what I’d found out about Susan, she’d probably enjoy hearing about it. Maybe eventually.

“Tammy’s going to start right away… like this afternoon… now,” Susan explained. “Can you help her get started? I have an appointment this afternoon.”

After Susan left, Tammy and I stood there like a couple of dummies, just looking at each other. Finally, she spoke, “Matt, I…” her voice trailed off to virtually nothing.

I smiled at her, “I know, at least I hope. I’ve never done anything like that, either. That thing with Ginger… that had just been spur of the moment. Neither of us are like that… not really.”

She looked around at the piles, “Maybe… we’d better get busy? I’d hate for Susan to fire me on my first afternoon.”

So we put our ‘history’ behind us and got busy with the shelf-stocking. Tammy proved to be smart, pleasant, and a hard worker. And the more we worked side-by-side, the more I noticed all over again how pretty she was. It was getting harder and harder to keep my mind on my work, watching my pretty co-worker and remembering the day before. I was still completely blown away by the massive coincidence.

When Susan got back a couple hours later, she was pleased, “Found us another local - Christmas crafts,” she said, “you want to help me bring in some boxes?” directing her question to me.

We carried in six boxes and I let Susan work on them while I went back to helping Tammy. The more we worked, the more I thought about asking Ginger if she’d want to invite Tammy and Matt for dinner one evening. And maybe a little more.

I called the kids again that evening before going home. Funny how I was starting to think of Ginger’s as ‘home’. Kind of scared me a little, too. My conversation with Addie was short, but she asked me to watch the eleven o'clock news that night, no explanation as to why. When seven-year-old Katie got on the phone, she sounded excited but wouldn’t tell me why. We talked for a little while, then she turned the phone over to Kevin, our four-year-old. “Daddy, Daddy, Mommy told me I couldn’t tell you but we’re going to be on TV and it was so much fun.” He was running his words together so that it sounded almost like one long word, he was so excited.

After talking to the excited little boy for a while, him trying hard to not tell me anything more, I asked to speak to Mom again. “What’s that all about?” I asked her.

“Just watch tonight,” was all she’d say about it.

I told her about the two ladies Susan had hired, omitting, of course, the fact that I had met one of them in a rather… revealing sort of way. I also told her that it seemed very likely that, with four of working in the store tomorrow, that we may very well finish with the stocking and be able to start with the final cleaning up and Christmas decorating.

It was nearly seven by the time I got to Ginger’s that night. She had the leftover lasagna from Friday night so dinner was relatively quick. Which turned out to be a good thing because, after our day Sunday, we were both more than a little ready for some ‘extracurricular’ activities.

Ginger met me in bed wearing a kind of a cross between a silky one-piece, loose-fitting pajama set and gown, green to match her eyes. “Bought this just for you,” and did a sexy little pirouette for me before climbing on the bed, crawling up over my body, leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose, her long red hair tickling my body as she crawled.

She tickled my nose for a bit with her lips and tongue, then moved down to my lips, teasing until finally culminating in a long passionate kiss. My hands were roaming all over Ginger’s body, my eyes peeking down at the top of the gown she was wearing, where it gaped down revealing her bare tits.

I was frustrated because of the long pant legs of the one-piece she was wearing. I couldn’t get to the part of her that I really wanted. I tried to reach my hand up her leg underneath it and simply couldn’t reach far enough.

“Having a problem?” she asked me, giggling.

My little ‘difficulty’ was frustrating my raging cock, making me even harder.

Ginger rolled over, off of me, ‘accidentally’ letting one of the spaghetti straps fall off her shoulder, popping a bare boob out in the cool air. I leaned up on an elbow, just gazing at her a moment, then couldn’t resist the temptation of that bare nipple just begging to be sucked.

She arched her back and moaned when my lips descended on her nipple, sucking it in my mouth. My hand went between her legs, still frustrated that I couldn’t get underneath that damn thing she was wearing. It was obvious, though, that there wasn’t anything underneath it as I could press the material between her pussy lips, eliciting more groans and Ginger spreading her legs further apart.

I was so frustrated, needing to be inside her, my cock steel-rod-hard, still sucking her bare tit, Ginger squirming underneath me. When I’d first seen that ‘gown’ she was wearing, I was excited, it was so damned sexy on her. Now, it was nothing but frustrating. I pushed the other strap off and her gown slid down enough to suck that other tit. When I found it with my lips, I heard a whimper come from Ginger.

Her body was shivering, the same as mine was with the combination of sexual excitement and frustration. That silky material felt so good against Ginger’s skin, but damn, it was frustrating that I couldn’t get to her pussy, no matter how hard I tried. I tried reaching up her leg again but the material bunched up and kept me away, my frustration growing more and more.

I finally gave up and whispered in Ginger’s ear, “That thing has got to go!”

Ginger struggled a bit, trying to push it down, finally giving up and telling me, “Help me… please!”

My hands were shaking as I unwrapped my present.

It took all my will power to not just climb back on the bed and fuck the shit out of the woman I was with! My steel rod was more than ready. Not so sure that wasn’t what she wanted, either. But I didn’t. I’d been with her for… this was the fourth night, fifth if you count that first date… and I had yet to taste her. I wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity one more minute!

I crawled back up on the bed between Ginger’s now naked legs, “Pillow,” I told her. She grabbed the one off my side of the bed and lifted her hips so we could together push it underneath her. Then I began kissing the inside of her thigh, slowly moving my lips upward toward her prize. Ginger’s legs were spread wide with her knees bent and feet flat on the bed. As soon as my lips and tongue touched her thigh, I heard a very distinct, “Oh God!” coming from her lips.

I glanced up, enough to see Ginger’s hands already clutching at the sheet, her beautiful red hair spread across the bed… and then I was at that juncture of her leg and that flat spot with her treasure centered in it. My hands were kneading her butt cheeks as my lips moved closer and closer. Her arousal was so pungent and sweet-smelling that I could barely control myself from just plunging in.

But that wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to tease and torment, both of us. God, I wanted my cock inside of Ginger’s hot, wet pussy! And she was both when my tongue finally found its way into her, licking up and down, tickling her little nubbin and sucking it in my mouth.

Ginger’s hips were bucking and strange noises were emanating from her mouth, the kind of noises that aren’t contained in the English alphabet. Her juices tasted sweet, not at all like Addie. And it had been too long to remember Tanya’s taste. I guess it was like the taste of… ginger. I kissed, sucked, reached my tongue deep inside her, all the while enjoying Ginger’s bucking and screeching.

There did come a point, though, that I couldn’t take it any longer. I moved up above her and my cock found her opening, sliding into her, all the way. God, she felt good wrapped around me; hot and wet. Ginger let out a huge moan as I slipped into her, pressing her pelvis up onto me. I looked down on Ginger’s grimacing face and lowed my lips onto hers.

We kissed with me buried deep inside her, body and soul. I have to admit that I was really falling for this woman and didn’t know how I was going to leave her in a few days to return to my normal life. And we still had nearly another week together… that I had absolutely no intention of cutting shorter.

Between the pillow under Ginger’s hips and how hard I was, my cock was buried deep inside her. I didn’t want to move she felt so good, but at the same time, I couldn’t resist pulling out and plunging back into her, eliciting a little scream. And I heard myself groaning as well.

We made love like that for maybe a minute, maybe ten. I had no concept of time. We alternated fucking and kissing, sometimes both. Her lips relayed every plunge into her by stiffening, then softening again.

But all good and wonderful things have to come to an end. And what an ending it was! I fired spurt after spurt of cum inside Ginger’s body with her pussy lips gripping and pulling, finally culminating in her own body stiffening and orgasming.

Afterward, we lay together a long time, both of us on our backs, shoulders tight together. “Forgot to tell you,” I finally said, “guess who Susan hired today.”

Ginger lay there, uncomprehending, “Umm, who?” she asked.

I rolled over on my side facing her so I could watch her expression, “Remember Tammy, from yesterday?”

Her eyes grew wide, looking at me, “Are you serious? How…”

I chuckled, “Yup, can’t say I wasn’t shocked about out of my mind when they walked down that aisle and Susan introduced us. Think Tammy was just as shocked. Pretty darn good worker, too.”

She laughed, “I can imagine the look on both your faces. I wouldn’t have expected that in a million years.”

I knew it was getting late so checked my watch, ten till eleven. I remembered that I was supposed to watch the news at eleven so turned on Ginger’s TV and turned it to KEPR, Channel 19. Then Ginger and I lay in each other’s arms and watched. The national news was still dominated by the last Presidential election a month ago, that was still being contested. Then local news about the Christmas toy drive asking for donations. At twenty after, my eyes and ears popped alert when we saw what Kevin had been so excited about. It was an ad for the new store, filmed inside the Ontario store, the two kids dressed up and acting as running the store. Probably about the cutest one-minute ad I’d ever seen.

The kids had every right to be excited. They were wonderful! Ginger said so, too.

Tuesday, both of Susan’s new workers were there. With the four of us working, by the end of the day, Susan said she was sure we’d finish on Wednesday, giving plenty of time for decorating and any final touches before Saturday.

When I called home that evening, I gave Addie the news about finishing up and she told me that Susan had already told her. Darn, I wanted to. I complimented her on the kids’ ad, telling her that I had loved it. Hopefully, it’ll give the store a ‘family’ feeling when it opens in a few days. Addie still didn’t ask me anything about Ginger and I didn’t bring her up, either.

I spent the next half-hour talking to the kids, complimenting them on their TV ad, told them how wonderful they were and how much I missed them. And I do! This has been the longest I’ve been away from my kids since Katie was born.

Later that evening, I took Ginger out to dinner at a new pizza place that had just opened in Kennewick, The Rock. It had a really good wood-oven pizza buffet, but the music was too loud. Besides, it was rock music, not my favorite by a long way. Ginger’s either.

But the company was good. Almost too good and I realized that I was falling in love with her. It was only Tuesday and I had five more nights before going back to my old life and my family.

Later that night, after we went to bed, it was even more starkly obvious that I was falling in love when she came to bed wearing nothing at all and we just held each other, kissed, and caressed each other for what must have been an hour before making love. It was so different than the night before; tender and gentle; like lovers, not fuck-buddies.

And I was actually starting to enjoy the morning workouts. Getting up so early from being in bed with a goddess was still the shits, but I was beginning to feel like the exercise was actually making a difference.

By the end of the day Friday, the store was ready to open. It was decorated beautifully for Christmas, the candy was all in place, we’d gotten the leatherworks from Daryl, took the paper down from the front window and had it ready to go.

With each day and night, I felt myself slip a little further under the spell of this older woman. Although, she sure didn’t feel ‘older’ when we made love… or any other time. She was still saying that she didn't want a man around the house full time, but I thought she was not sounding quite so confident about it as when we’d made that little trip on Sunday.

But I knew where my obligations… and my true love was; with my two kids and my wife and unborn baby in Boise. Ginger knew that, too. It wasn’t going to make leaving on Sunday easy, but given the recent history between Addie and me, at least I knew it wouldn’t have to be ‘goodbye’ to Ginger on Sunday. And if she took our relationship as knowledge that she could perhaps build a relationship beyond Eric with another man, I’d learn to live with that… even be happy for her.

Susan planned a celebration dinner at Sterling’s Steakhouse in Richland for the store’s opening. We all planned to be there; Tammy and Matt, Cathy, the little whirlwind and her husband, Ginger and me, Susan and John, and of course, Addie and Nick.

Ginger hadn’t wanted to meet Addie, but after our week together, she felt like she was ready, spending almost an hour getting ready for dinner. As always, she was gorgeous, wearing a fairly modest green blouse with flowery appliques and cream-colored slacks.

I think I was probably more nervous than Ginger; it had been over a week since I’d seen Addie and she’d be with her lover, Nick, who doesn’t know her husband isn’t off serving the country with the National Guard. I had been looking forward to seeing him and her together again with him having no inhibitions to romancing her, probably trying to steal her away from that long-missing husband. Now, it being only minutes away, and having not seen Addie for a week, I was a nervous wreck about it.

We took Ginger’s BMW and got there about five minutes after Susan’s seven o’clock reservation. The only ones not there yet were Addie and Nick. I introduced Ginger as my girlfriend, which was kind of humorous when Tammy and Matt stood and we reminisced a little about our ‘meeting’ at Dry Falls, without mentioning the girls being topless and the short making out – that part didn’t need to be public knowledge.

We talked and laughed about the incredible coincidence of that meeting, then the next day Tammy applying for work at the store. Still, as far as they all knew, I was just another employee at the store, and I was perfectly happy to keep it that way.

Then I saw my wife walking toward us, Nick with her, his arm around her waist; God, she was gorgeous! Dressed in a pair of slacks and I recognized the silk blouse. And the scruffy guy with her. His scraggly beard and tangled, blond hair looked exactly the same as every other time I’d seen him. I still didn’t get that, but obviously, Addie did. Susan stood and introduced Adriana as the owner to all of us, me included as if we’d never met before. Addie introduced Nick and it was the first time he’d ever seen me, except in passing that one time in the nightclub, which I was sure he wouldn’t remember since I’d just been another patron.

I introduced Ginger as my girlfriend to my wife. They greeted each other politely as if it was the most normal thing in the world, no acknowledgment of any prior knowledge.

There were ten of us at a big, round table, Tammy and Matt on my left, then Addie and Nick next to them. Addie apologized for being late, explaining, “Fresh snow on the mountain. It was slick.” I saw her surreptitiously take several glances toward Ginger, no doubt wondering about our relationship after a week. She hadn’t ever asked about or said anything about Ginger in our nightly conversations; actually, because of that, I knew she was jealous of Ginger and concerned about our bond. I didn’t want to do anything to alleviate that jealousy so I was determined to be especially attentive to Ginger… just like I knew she intended to be with Nick. In spite of my prior nervousness, the situation was making me hard, thankfully, hidden under the table.

Our waitress had already brought menus, leaving one at the two empty seats, so we all decided our order. Ginger and I decided to share a full rack of barbecue ribs. I don’t remember what anyone else ordered, but once Nick and Addie decided, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Cathy was the same bubbly personality that I’d seen in the store the last couple days. As far as Nick and Addie, dinner was actually kind of anticlimactic from my expectation as they acted more like a married couple would, rather than a hot date like I’d expected, holding hands periodically and Addie absentmindedly rubbing her fingers on the back of Nick’s hand, a little thing that has always seemed an intimate expression of affection to me.

Then I realized what I’d just thought, ‘like a married couple,’ and that itself scared the shit out of me… and added to my sexual tension.

Ginger’s and my only significant possessiveness was Ginger’s hand on my thigh a lot during the meal and I held that hand. Otherwise, it was just a pleasant dinner paid for by Addie’s business account credit card. It was hard, though, not having any personal interaction with Adriana after not having seen her for a week.

I guess the biggest moment of ‘tension’ was when we all were leaving, Addie and Nick kissed briefly on the lips and had fingers interlaced walking out. Just thinking about what their night was going to be like in the privacy of Nick’s bedroom had me hard and anticipating my own night with Ginger.

I won’t go into details but we had a wonderful night. We both knew our week was rapidly coming to a close. We spent a lot of time holding each other, kissing, and just enjoying being together. We only ‘fucked’ once, but it wasn’t; it was making love, big difference. There was no getting around it or hiding it, I’d fallen in love with this woman in spite of our age difference. Leaving her Sunday was going to be more than a little difficult.

At least I had a loving wife and kids to go home to. Ginger would be alone and that was tearing me up. She’d been perfectly happy alone before I came in the picture and said she would be now, too, but I wasn’t so sure. I wished I knew a fabulous guy for her, but I didn’t. If she wanted, I couldn’t imagine a beautiful, sexy woman like her not finding a life partner. Except that I’d be so damned jealous if she did. Hell, I didn’t even know what to think!

The store was opening at nine. Susan had asked us all to be there by seven-thirty. Ginger said she’d be by later, but had some work to do at her Agency first.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I had finally gotten a chance to go by her Travel Agency Thursday. It was impressive, very professional, clean and sharp-looking. She’d done a fantastic job with it and the way she described it, was very lucrative for her. And the biggest thing was that she enjoyed it.

By that Saturday, I was completely at ease with the gym workout early in the morning. We hadn’t missed one since I’d gotten there the Friday before. I was even enjoying the work and starting to notice a big difference in stamina and my body. I hoped that I’d be able to keep it up when we got home, maybe even figure out how to take Addie, maybe right after the kids went to school.

At seven-thirty, we were all at the store, including Adriana and Nick. Addie looked so good to me. I was anxious to get to actually ‘see’ her, other than as just an employee. But, until then…

Susan took us all in the back office. There weren’t six chairs, so we all stood. “You all met Adriana last night, but I wanted to tell you a little story before we open.”

She went on, “If you see someone that’s seriously looking at something that just doesn’t seem right for them, don’t discourage them, but talk to them about it. If they decide not to buy, that’s okay. Our trademark is that our customers come first… always. They’re our only important commodity, not what’s in the store, not what we’re selling. Well, I should say our customers and our employees. You’ll find that Adriana and her husband are the best people on earth to work for. They really care.

“Now the story… It’s about Adriana… “ motioning to my wife, “…and her husband.” The way she looked at me and the expression on her face, I could tell she almost accidentally gave it away. “They met at a trade show in Ontario. He was selling knives, she wanted a set of knives…” and continued on with the story how Addie and I had met, me sending her to Costco instead.

“When they started their first store in Ontario, that’s how they ran it. They hired me as the manager when they opened a second one in Mountain Home and we’ve run the stores the same way ever since. This is their fifth and their little business is wildly successful… and all because we all remember her husband telling her to go elsewhere for her set of knives.

“So don’t be afraid to lose a sale, no matter what or how big it is. It’ll make a customer for life, and if you have any question about anything at all or you want us to talk to a customer, don’t even hesitate to come to me or Adriana…” She almost did it again, ‘me or Adriana or Matt.’

She looked around the room at smiling people. I think Cathy and Tammy were happy they were working here.

Nick and Adriana had been standing together off to the side of the room, arms around each other’s waists. When Susan finished her little spiel, the two of them looked at each other and Nick leaned to her with a short kiss on the lips. That look and kiss tore a hole in me and excited me at the same time.

I wondered if Susan should have explained to Cathy and Tammy that Adriana and her husband had an open relationship, clarifying why she was with Nick. Maybe they just assumed that Nick was her husband.

I thought back to that dinner with Robert and Michelle where Michelle first suggested that Addie go on a date with her friend… that I’d enjoy watching from the sidelines as he gradually seduced my wife into his bed and his life.

She’d been right. Except she’d said he wouldn’t have any designs on anything permanent. After what he’d said that morning in our bedroom and what I’d seen since, I wasn’t so sure about it. But Michelle had also put it straight on the line that I’d be jealous… and that that jealous agony would make the reward all the sweeter. I wasn’t so sure she was right about that, either. But I’ll admit that watching her and him together was most definitely sweet agony!

Michelle also hadn’t warned me that I’d fall in love with Ginger, either. Ginger was just supposed to be a date for ‘that night’, the night Nick had finally taken Addie to bed the first time. She and I had taken that so far beyond a single blind date that now I didn’t even know what to do. Other than I knew my life was with Adriana and our two kids.

Anyway, there was work to do, a store to open for the first time. It had been exciting with each one, but this one even more, since it was so far from home and I’d been so much more involved. Living with Ginger for the week hadn’t hurt the excitement factor, either.

We wandered the store one last time, making sure that all was in order and when Susan was ready, she and Adriana, together, went to the front door, unlocked it and wedged it open. Thankfully, it was a relatively warm day for December, forty-six degrees, so they could stand there with the door open a few minutes. There were four customers waiting outside who Addie and Susan welcomed in the new store.

The first thing I did was head to the Rhythm clocks and picked out the one I was sure Ginger would like, the American Prairie with a walnut case, and made our first sale.

So many people that day mentioned the kids’ ads as the reason they stopped in, out of curiosity. And they were happy with what they saw. That first day was a huge success. We couldn’t have asked for a better grand opening day. Except Susan knew that if it kept up, she’d need to hire more help. We were busy and on our feet all day, not even a chance for a lunch break.

Addie was beaming all day. And I don’t know how many times when I glanced her way that Nick was giving her a congratulatory kiss. It should have been me, but I’ll admit that Michelle had been right… I enjoyed watching her and Nick in a ‘normal’, non-romantic environment, still all over each other. Can anyone say jealous!

Ginger never made it into the store. She texted me, apologizing, that there were so many people wanting to make Christmas travel arrangements, but assuring me that, ‘The office WILL be closed tomorrow’. So it seemed that Addie’s store wasn’t the only busy business that day.

By the end of the day, we were all happy but exhausted. Susan’s two new employees had performed magnificently, especially Cathy. Her sparkling personality had won over I don’t know how many people. Tammy was great, too, but not like Cathy, the five-foot, butterball, fireball. If Addie ever opened another store over here, I know where she’ll start her manager search.

After the store closed at seven that evening, Addie looked at me and said she was going to call her kids. I wanted to go with her and talk to them together, but Nick was still there, going in the office with her, so I couldn’t. I had to wait until she finished, then watch Nick give my wife a long kiss, grinding their bodies together, congratulating her for her opening, no bashfulness in front of me at all. She’d told me I don’t know how many times how good his kisses are and how much they turn her on. I was guessing they’d have another good night in his bedroom – or maybe not in the bedroom.

I watched the two of them, Addie leaning her head on Nick’s shoulder as they left. I took a deep breath to help clear my muddled head and sat down in Susan’s office to call the kids myself.

Ginger was home when I got there at almost eight, wearing a silk dressing gown. I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner on our last night, but she said she’d rather stay home and fix something simple together. It sounded good to me, too. She’d thawed some hamburger and bought buns so we fixed hamburger sandwiches and sat at the table to eat.

Ginger’s dressing gown was tied at her waist, leaving the top open just enough to see the sheer nightgown underneath it and a bare leg. Between that and watching Addie and Nick earlier, my nether region was rising to life. It was a little distracting while we were eating, especially the way she kept sexily brushing the stray red hairs out of her eyes. Why hadn’t I noticed that before?

Maybe because I knew this was our last night before I went home to my family and those little things stood out a little more. As a matter of fact, it was hard taking my eyes off Ginger’s beautiful face; her little dimple, beautiful, green eyes… and her lips. Those kissable lips. I had definitely fallen for this woman over the last eight days and nights.

Then I remembered, “I almost forgot, found something for you today,” put what little was left of my hamburger down and hustled out to my Jeep to retrieve the package I’d bought that morning. I was pleased that earlier in the day Cathy had found a few spare minutes to gift-wrap it for me. I hadn’t even asked her to; she knew it was a gift for Ginger and took a few minutes that she could have sat down and rested to beautifully wrap it and tie a bow around it.

I handed it to Ginger and watched the smile on her face. She was like a little girl on her birthday opening that first present. She looked up at me, pulled me down and kissed me. “Thank you,” she said.

She sat with the package on her lap, “Open it,” I told her.

Her fingers were shaking when she started to take off the bow, then peel off the paper that Cathy had so carefully wrapped around it. I think she knew what it was as soon as she saw the package, but when she saw, her beautiful smile grew even more radiant.

I helped take it out of the box and we sat it on her table. “Push the button on the side,” I told her, pointing it out to her.

When she did and the music started – Cathy had apparently set the chime to ‘Silent Night’ since it was so near Christmas – and the clock face began to separate and rotate in time with the music, the little ballerina at the bottom dancing, Ginger held her hand over her mouth and I saw tears from her eyes.

“So beautiful,” was all she said, watching and listening. I couldn’t help but beam at how pleased she was.

When it was finished and the clock face had returned to look like a single piece, the door in front of the ballerina had closed and it began a quiet, pleasant ‘tick-tock’, Ginger stood, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply.

“Thank you so much!” she finally broke away and said, tears falling down her cheeks, “it’s so beautiful.”

What could I say? We just stood and held each other the next few minutes, knowing that our week was coming to an end very shortly.

Ginger moved first, she stepped away, wiped her cheeks and we cleaned the kitchen and dining room so they were spotless once again. Then Ginger surveyed the walls in her living room and found the spot she was looking for, “There,” she pointed, “that’s where I want it.”

“You have a hammer? I’ll put it up,” I told her.

“Later, there’s something more important first,” she said.

The living room blinds had been closed and she opened them, taking my hand and gazing out her picture window at the passing cars on the street. She lives on a relatively busy street with quite a lot of traffic, even pedestrians and a beautiful park across the street. “I’ve always loved this view,” she said, “especially in winter when it’s snowing… Eric and I used to just sit here for hours watching the snow.”

The lights were on and I flipped the switch to turn them off to make the outside view even more vivid. We stood another couple moments watching, Ginger leaning her head on my shoulder, holding hands with our fingers intertwined, even a few people walking down her sidewalk.

“Turn the lights back on,” she asked me.

I stepped over to the switch, flipped it on and turned around to see Ginger again in the light. She stood in front of her window untying the sash around her waist and slipped the robe off her shoulders, standing beautifully in her short, totally sheer teddy. My eyes grew wide, realizing that with the light on anyone passing by outside could clearly see the beautiful Ginger in her living room in front of her big floor-to-ceiling window.

She turned and stepped over to the window, facing it, leaning against it, her virtually bare breasts nearly pressing against it, “Fuck me, Matt… please.”

My eyes were wide, realizing what she was doing. “Here?” my wavering voice asked.

“I’ve always wanted to do this. Never had the courage. I know Eric wouldn’t have, anyway.”

I was suddenly rock hard. Cars were driving by, another man walked down the sidewalk, glancing at Ginger’s window and suddenly stopped and stared.

I began to unbutton my shirt, my eyes diverting back and forth between Ginger and the man on the sidewalk. He wasn’t moving on or even trying to hide the fact that he was staring. I guess he’d have a story to tell his wife when he got home.

Once my shirt was off, I stepped in behind Ginger, running my hands up and down the sides of her ribcage and whispered in her ear, “You sure?”

She looked straight out the window at the man watching and nodded her head. “I need to hear it,” I told her.

“Fuck me,” was all Ginger said.

My hands migrated up to cup her breasts and I heard her moan. I kissed her ear and she turned her head, capturing my lips with hers in a deep, passionate kiss. God, this was turning me on! We kissed for only a few moments, and when I glanced outside, a woman had joined the man on the sidewalk. I hoped a policeman didn’t join the onlookers.

“Look,” I told Ginger, “our audience is growing,” catching the bottom of her teddy with my hands and pulling it up… over her tits and off. Ginger pulled her hands off the glass long enough to shed the silky garment, then leaned her hands back on the window.

My left hand cupped Ginger’s now bare breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and the other hand under the ‘V’ of her sheer panties, gently rubbing between her pussy lips.

“That feel good?” I asked Ginger as she moaned. A car had parked across the street. It was dark inside it, no clue who or how many were in the car.

“Uhuh,” was all she could say in between her groans. I could see her face in the reflection of the glass; she was a study in lust.

“Think they’d like to be here, doing this with you?”

Her only response was a loud groan as two fingers pressed inside her sticky, wetness; her legs spread apart and her hips humping my fingers.

“Want your panties off?” as my hand on her tit crossed her chest to the other, pinching that nipple. They were hard and distended.

“Uhuh.”

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and put the two wet ones in her mouth, letting her greedily suck them clean. She watched the couple on the sidewalk as she did.

My two hands went down and inside the elastic of her panties, “Put your legs together,” as another car parked behind the first.

She did and I slowly pushed her panties down to the floor, then pressed the two fingers back inside her, nibbling on her ear. It was a good thing that we’d been making love virtually every night. Or I’d have come long before this.

Ginger spread her legs again and a long, low wail escaped her mouth. I glanced down to the reflection of my fingers in her pussy and thrust them in and out two or three times, eliciting another loud groan.

I’d pressed this as much as I could; my willpower to resist was completely gone. My own hands were shaking when I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down along with my underpants.

“Spread your legs further,” I asked, “stand on your tiptoes.”

She did as I asked and my cock was between her legs. “Guide me inside you.” A third car pulled in across the street and another couple stopped on the sidewalk.

She took a hand off the window and I felt it wrapping around me, pointing it upward… and the head was inside her. I pressed up; Ginger down… and I was buried inside her, Ginger groaning anew.

Both my hands went to her tits, cupping them, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. And we fucked… in and out… my cock absolutely steel-rod-hard! In and out, in and out, “Harder,” came from Ginger’s mouth amongst a loud groan.

I squeezed Ginger’s tits, pressing her nipples out in view, rammed my cock inside her and felt my orgasm starting to build. Out and back into her one more time and it was imminent, and I felt Ginger’s pussy contracting around me. She let out a scream and my dam burst inside her.

Ginger’s head was thrown back, eyes wide open and I made one last push as deep as my man would go, unleashing a loud wail from her. My orgasm went on and on. The customers outside her window had gotten their money’s worth.

Later, in bed, she’d put the teddy back on. I asked her, “That go like you hoped?”

She laughed, “Let’s see, four pedestrians, three cars and how many more drive-bys. Two orgasms…”

“Two?” I asked.

“Uhuh, two, didn’t you notice?”

I didn’t answer, she’d made her point. And I’d gotten maybe a little taste of what it had been like for Addie inside that glass cage in Sacramento. And I liked it. So did Ginger.

Then Ginger’s voice changed, real low and serious, “Matt… “ she started, “I’ve really enjoyed this last week…”

I felt something that I didn’t think I was going to like in her voice, “But…?”

She took a breath, looked straight at me, “We can’t see each other again… we have to let it go.”

My heart started pounding and I opened my mouth to say something, just didn’t know what it was.

“No, listen to me… it’s been wonderful… you’ve shown me that I can go on after Eric… that I can love again. And I’ll be forever grateful to you for that.” She smiled, “And for the clock.”

I waited, sensing there was more. I was right.

“There’s a man… a client… he’s asked me out several times. I’ve always said no, but I think… I’d like to… say yes to him.”

“Ginger, I…”

“He’s a little older, maybe sixty or a little less. His wife died five years ago, before Eric. He’s nice, I like him.”

She looked into my eyes, “But tonight, our last night, would you just… love me… please?”

My mind was trying to process what she’d just said. I knew we couldn’t have a life together, I have a family that I love, but still…

She kissed me. And that’s what we did the rest of the night until we fell asleep. We didn’t make love again, just… loved.

The next morning after the gym, I hung Ginger’s clock. I had to run to the store to buy a hanger for the wall, but the clock looked so good. I showed her how it worked, the different tunes, how to set the motion or not; we set it for activating on the hour.

I’d been determined to not be depressed about not seeing Ginger again. I hoped her guy would work out, but damn, I was jealous. Seems jealousy had become a pretty big part of my life.

The store was going to be open from eleven to five, so we were there at ten-thirty. This time Ginger went with me. We didn’t want to lose even a minute of the short time we had left.

Addie, Nick, and Susan were already there. Tammy and Cathy about ten minutes later. Once we were all there and ready to open the store, Addie announced, “Before we open the door, Nick and I have something we want to show you.”

I had no clue what, but followed along with the rest back to Susan’s office. When Addie opened the door and we stepped in, my jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief.

The sculpture, the one Addie modeled for that Monday, was sitting on the desk. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “This is the only one finished,” I heard Nick say, “there’s four more but they need painted.”

A few months ago, Adriana would have been horrified and embarrassed at what we were looking at. Now, she beamed with pride. It was the image of her; about four feet high, the pose she’d been in, kneeling, legs spread, thumbs under her panties pushing them about six inches down her legs. All bronze, except the face and the panties were painted. I recognized the expression on her face – the face I had seen through the closet glass that morning, the lust when Nick was tormenting her before he fucked her. Unmistakably Adriana, a perfect likeness.

I looked up and down the sculpture; every detail, down to the slit between her legs, the same panties she’d been wearing that morning… in bronze, painted pink like the ones that morning. Her breasts and erect nipples formed perfectly, down to the dimples of her areola, bronzed hair flowing down her back.

I had no idea that a sculpture could look like that. I assumed it would be all bronze, a somewhat similar face in the image of Addie, but probably unrecognizable. This wasn’t that. This was my naked Adriana. No doubt.

“Beautiful,” I heard Susan say.

I looked over at Addie, “Looks so much like you,” I said. I wanted to take her, hold her, kiss her. Instead, I took Ginger’s hand and held tight.

She took Nick’s hand, pulling him close. “Thank you,” she said, “it was fun modeling for.”

We all laughed at that, Tammy saying, “I’ll bet!” If only they knew!

It was time to open so we went to work. It wasn’t nearly as busy, which we anticipated since it was Sunday. At three, Susan caught me and suggested that I could head for home if I wanted. “I’m telling Addie the same thing,” she said, maybe hinting that at long last I could catch up with my wife alone.

Ginger and I headed back to her house for me to pick up my bags… and say goodbye. We didn’t talk on the way back. I didn’t know what to say. I don’t think she did, either. I didn’t want to leave her. I’d always assumed it wouldn’t be ‘goodbye’, but it was.

I loaded my suitcase and garment bag in the Jeep, then went back inside. We stood in her living room, looking at each other and holding both hands. When Ginger glanced over at her living room window, she started giggling and I followed suit. “I can’t believe we did that!” she said, not hardly able to control her giggles.

“Me either,” I agreed. But then it turned serious and Ginger wrapped her arms around me, crying. My tears started as well. I didn’t want to leave. Ginger gripped my face with both her hands and pulled me to her, kissing me frantically with her wet lips and wet cheeks. We must have kissed several minutes, then she pushed me away and said I had to go.

As I began to close the door behind me, I heard a sobbing Ginger whispering, “I love you,” on the other side of the door.