10
Marcus
Am I delusional? Because the red sports car in my driveway looks an awful lot like Cat’s. And then I see the woman herself as if my imagination conjured her up for my viewing pleasure.
My gaze remains on her as I pass by, pulling my truck into the garage. She’s a mix of cute and sexy in her jean shorts and tight t-shirt, her short hair pulled back in a small ponytail. But it’s her eyes that intrigue me, filled with fear and a touch of indignation. All because I’m here presumably. What does she expect? I live here.
I climb out of my truck and approach her and her sweet scent floats on the warm summer breeze to greet me. My d**k twitches in my pants and I’m half thankful it’s still alive and well after an evening with Polly. I was beginning to worry it had shriveled up and died
