He came out of the bathroom with the classic folded up newspaper in his robe pocket. She had a headache and didn’t even want to think about it. He knew it and pressed up against her anyway. His breath was warm with coffee and night sleep and his hands smelled faintly of his recent shit and another woman’s stale pussy. These smells were more interesting than repulsive and oddly sensual to her.
He rubbed her temples and she began to relax as he knew she would. He was magic with women that way. But she wouldn’t succumb to him. She wouldn’t do it anymore even though this dalliance was always tempting. She was through with cheating.
She had found a man she loved; she wanted to be true. He was worth it. Even her dad had said, “So, you finally found someone, huh?” She would never cheat again. Never.
(First published 6/29/11)
