By: Adam Sutton
“Is that the Mrs. George?” her husband teased. “The one with the most patience and more love than any human being has ever mustered. The one all the parents want teaching their kid,” he pressed on.
“The Mr. George better get out of here. You see this grading, right?”
“I do, but I’ve been having a fantasy about throwing caution to the wind and ravishing you right on top of it. Huh? Whatcha say?
“Exactly my thoughts!” he said dropping the bath towel from his hips.
“I’m grading. Do not touch me.”
“Hey, Mrs. George how are you this morning?” the office secretary greeted her.
“Judy, I’m tired and grumpy, and it’s only Tuesday,” she responded.
“Eh. I had a lot of grading last night,” she said looking over her shoulder before leaning in close and whispering, “and Bernard kept trying to seduce me into his ‘web of love’ last night.”
Just as she finished her hushed sentence, Marlo the school psychologists popped out of the nearby supply closet. “Don’t knock it. It’ll release endorphins ridding you of stress and anxiety. To each her own, but at least, he isn’t knocking on your neighbor’s door at night.” As quickly as he appeared, Marlo clicked his heels and was gone.
“Hey babe. I’ve got a thought for tonight,” Mrs. George announced to her husband with a hint of excitement.
“You want me to give the kids a bath, put them to bed, do the dishes, take out the garbage, do a load of laundry, install the new garbage disposal, massage your feet and pack everyone’s lunches for tomorrow?”
“Very funny, Mr. George,” she said, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head. “Actually, I was thinking about your ‘love web’ from the other night.”
“Whoa. Whoa. Slow down. It’s a ‘web of love.’ Have some respect!”
“Fine. I was thinking, maybe, we could fool around in the ‘web of love’ after the kids are down. I’ve only got a little grading tonight.”
“Done. I’ll get the girls up to bed, and you clean up the kitchen. Deal?”
Mrs. George smiled and agreed with a nod.
About 30 minutes later, Mr. George bounded down the stairs full of energy and excitement. He jumped through the doorway leading to the kitchen, landing in a crouch as if he were hunting something. As he landed he blurted out, “I’m ready to shoot you with…” He looked around the kitchen. It was empty. He put his hands down from their position holding a fantasy bow and arrow. “My love arrows,” he muttered dejectedly. Undeterred, he headed for the bedroom. The door was propped open. The soft light of his bed side lamp was all that was on. It sounded like John Mayer radio might be playing. His mind filled with naughty visions of his wife. He crossed his fingers for lingerie. As he opened the door, he saw her bare leg, exposed on the bed. He followed it up to her black lace underwear, white stained t-shirt, mouth open, eyes closed, dead asleep