I still remember the first time my boss’s wife came in. Ellen came in and said “Hello?” in this questioning voice that screamed that she was filled with curiosity and concern about me. Then I could feel her looking at me the whole time even when I wasn’t facing her.

It was clear she was wondering about her husband and me. But she really was worried over nothing: though Lucas is pretty good looking, both of them are ten years older than me and I would be unlikely to think of Lucas as dating material even if he weren’t married. Lucas seemed to find me attractive and he is a bit of a flirt, but he really didn’t single me out. And he *did* pay attention to Ellen. And it’s no wonder–I’d sure like to look like Ellen now, much less ten years from now!  But there wasn’t anything that *I* could say–to come right out and comment on it would be more likely to fan her fears than allay them. So I just ignored her attention and *innocent* questions.

But she didn’t seem to get over her worry. I didn’t worry about it too much–I felt my job was secure and Lucas didn’t seem affected, but it did make me uncomfortable.

One day Ellen came in and made small talk and looked like she was hiding her suspicions, and then she surprised me. She asked if I’d like to come over for dinner!  Knowing her suspicions, I wondered what she were up to. What would she gain out of all this?

I looked at her, trying to figure her out. She really did look good– and she dressed well too. For a second, I just seemed to be hypnotized by the sight of her, but then I realized I was sitting there like a fool and spoke up, accepting the invitation. But I couldn’t help feeling some trepidation over what it would be like to be under her scrutiny for a *social* evening, but even so, I was curious.

Lucas came over to pick me up. When we arrived at their house, Ellen was dressed to kill. A small, tight knit black dress–showing a body which clearly was getting the attention of exercise. I forced myself to avoid staring at her. There was another *man* there!  She was trying to set me up!  They introduced him as Gene and told me he had just moved into the neighborhood. He was very good looking and about my age, but I am always suspicious when surprised like that and couldn’t warm up to him.

We had wine and started dinner and I could see that Ellen was trying to draw me and Gene out. She talked to him when she couldn’t get much out of me and she even flirted with him a little!  Well, as the evening wore on and we all had more wine, I noticed that Ellen’s attention to Gene hadn’t abated. I wondered whether she had forgotten her mission.

Finally Lucas took me home. Well, actually, half way home he paused and said “Let’s go see something,” and turned around and went back. He parked a couple houses down and drew me into their backyard to their windows. We peeked in. I couldn’t believe we were doing this.

We got to their bedroom, and sure enough, Gene and Ellen were in there, locked in embrace!  Lucas watched a while. They didn’t undress or anything, but just stood there, kissing. I snuck a peek at Lucas and a feeling of sympathy washed over me. I unobtrusively moved over until our shoulders were touching. I thought he might turn to me right then and there. But we just watched. They still kissed. Seeing Ellen so passionate like that did something to me. I got impatient with them–it was time to get on with it!  I was about to see him pull off that little dress.

Finally, he started doing just that. I couldn’t breath, and I pressed my shoulder against Lucas, a little harder. But Lucas pulled away from the window, immediately pulled me around the house to the front door and opened it noisily. We entered the living room as Ellen and Gene were sort of stumbling into the room themselves. Having seen them, it was obvious that they were anxious about things.  Lucas gave Ellen this strange look and she had the look of a bird hypnotized by a snake. Without taking his eyes of Ellen, Lucas suggested that Gene take me home and we left them there like that.

Gene took me home and I was soon in bed, alone, laying awake. You wouldn’t believe what fantasies I’ve been having since that evening.

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