The device was really small, but, if you looked carefully, you couldn’t help but see it. She’d felt good, sticking it to him like that on the dining room floor. Now she’d catch him in the act with the other woman. Then he’d know why she’d turned against him. And he’d have to admit he deserved it. She was in the driveway retrieving the newspaper when Jess walked out the front door. He gave a wolf whistle and called out, “There she is, my sweet-ass geek whore.” He grinned and waved as he jumped in the Jag. Weird. The guy seemed awfully bouncy for somebody whose wife had slapped him down, then ditched him for a night on the couch. He had the briefcase next to him on the passenger seat. As he drove past, he blew her a kiss. Marcy snorted and shook her head. She would never understand this man. Never. ~~~ Jess was whistling when he walked in the house after work, briefcase in his hand and a gleam in his eye. He kissed her full on the mouth while scooting his free hand between her thighs.
