"Don't think I don't know what you're doing here Harold." Jessica said standing in front of the mirror and putting the final touches on her make up. "You're not nearly as clever as you like to think you are."
"Whatever do you mean my dear wife?" Harold called back from the bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of their bed furiously putting a few final details on to an email before sending it out. He was already dressed in a sharp grey suit a fedora resting on a chair beside him.
"Don't play stupid with me, there's only one reason why you would be taking me to a play and I'm telling you right now that it won't work." Jessica called back. At the same time she adjusted her dress making certain her cleavage was generously displayed. "Just because you've finally decided you'll take me out on the town does not mean you're getting any!"
Harold rolled his eyes and hit send. "You know it's not fair I have to work so hard to get laid. After all that talk your mother used to give about I better by the cow before I get the milk?"
"If you compare me to a cow you'll never get any milk again as long as you live." Jessica teased.
"Sorry. I'll be good." Harold replied.
Jessica stepped out of the bathroom. "So how do I look?" She posed against the doorway in her slinky black dress that came down just beneath her knees and clung to her like a second skin. The neck plunged down low enough to put her breasts on display and pearl necklace she wore only drew more attention to them.
"Amazing." Harold wasn't lying at all. He'd been married for twenty five years and she still looked very bit as amazing to him as she did when he met her college.
"You know, you don't have to take me to a play." Jessica purred stalking across the bedroom her strappy heels clicking as she walked. "We can stay in tonight." She put one hand against his chest.
"Don't we'll be late." It took a lot of willpower to keep from throwing her on the bed right then and there.
"Well that's not how you make a woman feel wanted." Jessica pouted, then her eyes wandered down lower on her husband to a very distinct growing bulge in his pants. "But that'll do." She reached down with one hand grabbing his cock through his slack and ran the other through his hair. "Really we don't have to go out."
"I already bought the tickets and hired the babysitter."
Jessica smirked. "Okay fine." She kept gliding her hand over his temples. She didn't tell him but she had always a thing for men a grey streak around the temples. It made them look rich and powerful and that coupled with the suit was difficult to ignore. "You can make me wait."
Harold smiled and took a deep breath inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. "Oh god you wore the perfume."
"Oh, did I? I forgot." She raised up on tiptoe baring her neck to him.
"Stop it."
"Make me." Jessica breathed in response. Harold grabbed his wife by the shoulders and was dipping his head toward her when the door bell rang. "Saved by the bell."
"And thank God, we're going to be late if we don't get the hell out of here." Harold said slowly pulling away from his wife after inhaling one final waft of her scent.
Harold arrived at the front door and shook his head. Kris hadn't even bothered to get up from the couch yet. "Hello, you must be Barbara , I've heard so much about you."
The woman standing at the door couldn't possibly have been any older than his son Kris and the only reason she looked that old was the way she dressed and the look on her face of mild boredom. "Yes. I am she." The woman extended her hand.
Harold took the moment to look her over, she didn't really look like her online photo. The dull orange sweater she wore just past her waist did a fabulous job of concealing her figure. The wide rimmed glasses did a similar job with her cute face but it was really the bun she had her red hair pulled back into that did the most to change a cute face into a stern one.
Harold took her hand. "Well you shouldn't really have much to do. You're not really so much a baby sitter as you are a house sitter. The last time I left him alone him and his friends ruined an expensive
rug
." Harold intentionally raised his voice at the end so his good for nothing son could hear him.
Kris heard him but his entire reaction was limited to glancing up for a moment from his video game at his father and the girl then immediately returning to it. Harold had given up trying to figure out what it was Kris found so entrancing about his Nintendo Playstation 360 U years ago. A man his age should have been out hitting the town, getting drunk or sneaking girls into his room. The only woman Harold had ever seen Kris spend more than two minutes with was his science partner in tenth grade. If it weren't for the ridiculous amounts of porn (lots of it cartoon and comic) he found in his sons room and the crusty socks he would have sworn his son was gay.
"Okay. You already told me all this over the phone. No friends, no drinking, he's not allowed to leave the house, you'll be back by one." The young woman leaned in conspiratorially and waggled her eyebrows. "Unless you happen to get a little lucky, then you'll be back when you get back." Barbara cleared her throat and stood back up straight. "The emergency numbers are on the fridge and in the phone and on the contact list saved on my iPhone." She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the list holding it up for him to see. "There is money for pizza on the island. Did I miss anything Mr. Keppler?"
"I think that's everything I told you over the phone. There's a pool and a spa outback, the controls are on the outside of the gazebo. You want to be careful with the door though, it catches and
Kris
can't hear anything in the house so you could get locked out for the night if your not careful." This time Kris's response was limited to the slightest tilt of his head.
"Is that the babysitter?" Jessica asked as she descended the stairs. In the few minutes that she'd been away from Harold she'd put on a pair of long dangling ear rings. "Hello dear, I'm so sorry you're stuck here with our son. You probably have lots of things you'd rather be doing tonight."
