Sally Turner started her bath water then sat on the commode to pee while it ran. Her husband Fred was going to be gone on business all week and this was only Sunday night. She wondered if Fred was cheating on her on these trips. The fire had gone out in their marriage. Fred just didn't seem interested in her anymore. She wondered if it was her fault. After eight years of marriage she had put on a few pounds, mainly in her rear, but her small breasts still retained their youthful firmness and she knew other men still found her attractive. She got plenty of offers at the school where she taught English, both directly and indirectly, but she stayed faithful to Fred. He was moving up the ladder at work, making more money every year. Plus he had a fierce temper. At thirty six with no children she felt she was lucky that Fred stayed with her. He would have no trouble getting another woman.
Noises that seemed to be coming from the garage roused her from her reverie. When she got back from the airport she had meant to go out shopping later. She hadn't and she had forgotten about the open garage door. This was a safe neighborhood but you never know. More noises were followed by raised voices then after a long pause her doorbell rang.
She got up flushed, turned off her bath water and slipped a robe over her nude body. She slipped her feet into her slippers and went to the door
"Who is it?" she called through the locked door.
"Tim Sullivan, Mrs. Turner, I chased some kids out of your garage."
Tim lived next door. She had known him and his family for years. She had baby-sat him when he was little and now had him in her senior English class. At eighteen he had developed into a hunk. He was smart, handsome, starred in three sports, danced like Gene Kelly, and was tall and strong as an ox. He had his choice of girls at school.
She opened the door and saw him standing there in shorts, mesh shirt, and running shoes, sweating profusely.
"Thank God it's you Tim, I was scared."
"Everything's okay Mrs. Turner."
He turned to go.
"Would you stick around while I lock the garage?"
"Sure, Mrs. Turner."
"Thank you. You go in the garage and I'll be in to check it out."
She closed and locked the front door then went to the door leading to the garage, flicking on the garage light before opening it. Tim was checking out the Mercedes when she entered the garage.
"Love this car!" Tim said.
"Me, too."
She looked around.