To stave off the awkwardness I drained my glass, bringing on a new coughing fit. Why hadn’t I learned? When I was finished, I noticed that Mrs Hotte... had curled up in the armchair, legs underneath her. The skirt had ridden up a little. An inch or so higher and I’d be able to determine if the nylons were stockings or tights. Please, please…Mrs Hotter saw me staring, of course she did. The corners of her mouth curled upwards. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Darren. I’m glad you find me. Plus he had these strong forearms and shoulders. His chest wasn’t too bad either, kind of like Adam driver but a little more pudgy and salt and pepper chest hair.“Yeah, no that’s, hell how’d you get in?”“Your wife let me in,” I lied. “I’m sorry, I will go wait in the garage.”“Naw, Hell, you’re here, go ahead and set, just don’t go anywhere okay?” He trudged back upstairs to get decent.I don’t know why I lied. Do you ever do that? Just lie for no reason, like a reflex. I felt bad about it. More

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