The following is probably a work of fiction. All characters in it may be creations of the author. The author will not admit to any of it being true. :)
It was the day of the big game. I'd gone over to my brothers house, and we were both sitting in the living room, drinking beer and watching the home team lose. The game had barely started, and they were already down ten points. It didn't look like they had any chance of winning, even from the get- go.
My brother's been married about two years now. I admit it, I've had a lot of lusty thoughts about his wife, Diane. Diane is shaped absolutely perfectly. She's thin, short, red haired, and has the most amazing set of breasts I've ever seen. She's a gymnastics instructor, too. As if the great body wasn't enough, she could probably put her legs behind her head. My brother's a lucky, lucky man. . . . but he always was the lucky one.
He managed to land this great job, without so much as a college diploma, laying wires for computer networks. The next thing he knows, the industry explodes and somehow, he winds up being the IT Specialist for the whole company. Well, big salary aside, it did have a downside.
The halftime show was just starting when the phone rang. It was his office, and he had to leave to go fix some problem.
"Tell Diane not to wait up, this is going to take several hours... I won't be back in time for dinner."
Great. Now I had to be a messenger boy, and wait here. At least there was plenty of cold beer left. I got up and closed the blinds, turning the lights down in the room and started flicking thru the channels. Everyone had the same game on, and the same commentator lamenting on our upcoming loss. I leaned back on the couch, a cold one in hand and started to drift off.
I don't know how long I sort of dosed like that. But I woke up to hear the door opening. "Hi, Lewis, I'm home."
I turned around, looking over my shoulder at the doorway. Have you ever seen those pictures of angels, with a great halo of light all about them? They're children's scribbles compared to what I saw. Her entire body was shrouded with light. The light glinted off the snow and ice around her, completely framing her with this brilliant haze. The last rays of the sunset were behind her, accenting that brilliant red colour of her hair. She had already taken off her coat, and was wearing only a skin tight leotard. I don't know how it happened, with my heart stopping completely, but somehow I found myself with a growing hard-on.
I gulped slightly. "Hi, Diane."
"I had the longest session today. What is it with these rich people sending their fat kids into me.... They can barely reach their toes, and they expect me to teach them gymnastics. Anyhow, how was the game, Lewis?"
That was one of the very few things I didn't like about Diane. She could have such a nasty attitude. It came and went, though, and most of the time I liked her personality. Who am I kidding? I'm in love with my brother's wife. Slowly, what she said dawned on me 'how was the game, Lewis?'
She hadn't realised yet that I wasn't Lewis. It was almost pitch black in the room, especially as the sun crept behind the houses across the street. I glanced up a the TV screen, trying to figure out how long Lewis had been gone. It was only the third quarter, it couldn't possibly have been that long. He said he'd be gone for hours.
