Deirdre’s husband gets home from dropping the boys, and gives her bad news. His job is sending him out of town for a couple of weeks. Not happy, but resigned to it, she accepts it.
Fred laughed, giving her a kiss. “I love you, Mrs. Partridge.”
“I love you, Mr. Partridge. Call me when you take lunch.”
They kissed again, not wanting to let go.
“I’ll miss you,” he whispered. “Shit,” he hissed.
Deirdre laughed at him, she knew what was wrong. “Didn’t we take care of that problem?”
“Apparently not. Dammit, behave!” he addressed his zipper and what was behind it. “Not gonna happen, not with my lovely wife in my arms. Gotta go. Bye!” he kissed her nose and darted out the door.
Once she was alone, Deirdre went back to her computer. She did a few tasks, checked her Facebook page, shared some posts and…
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