Michael Malone - Weebly

His wife had done as he had said. As his eyes
adjusted to the dark room, he looked down at her; her
eyes were closed, her arms beneath the sheet crossed
over her breasts. He stroked his erect organ, then slid
beneath the sheets.
When it was over, he pulled away immediately and
showered once again. He returned to the bedroom in
his shorts and a T-shirt, switched on the light, and
slapped cheerfully at his stomach. "We're not so old,"
he said to his wife. She lay under the covering still, her
face turned away from him. After he dressed, he sat
beside her on the edge of the bed. "That's right," he told
her. "You just lie back and get some rest. I'll let myself
in, I'll be at the station really late, don't worry about
getting up for me. Good to be back, Jude."
After she heard the car ignition, she pulled the sheet
around her and, steadying herself for a minute by the
bedpost, walked to the bathroom.
Maynard Henry had lost time. It had taken time to
beat the pad- lock off his trailer with a rock. It had
taken time, scattering to the floor the neat shelves of