Matt did as instructed, moving the coffee table aside and laying an old table cloth out on the floor. He undressed in the utility room, leaving his clothes in a heap by the washing machine. In the bathroom, he rummaged through the cabinet under the sink until he found a couple tubes of flavored lubricant—a nice cool mint he particularly liked because of the way it made his d**k tingle, and a piña colada that reminded him of the beach. With these in hand, he headed back to the kitchen. As he cleaned the strawberries, he heard the front door open. “That better be you,” he called out.
“And if it’s not?” Vic replied.
Matt laughed. “Then someone’s in for quite a shock.”
Over the sound of running water in the sink, he didn’t hear Vic approach. He stood by the sink, cutting the green tips off
