Chapter Nineteen
Friday, there come more fruitless sales calls. Not productive, but it takes my mind off last night’s disturbing episode, hiding my nakedness as this Octavio made love to my wife then ate my dinner.
I heard them talking in the dining room, Linda speaking loudly, knowing that I was nearby sequestered in the den. She effusively complimented this Octavio on his s****l prowess and of course his size... nothing to do with his height and weight. English heavily accented, I could not discern his reply.
She hired him, arranging for him to cut the lawn... just the front... on Wednesdays.
‘I’ll be sure to leave work early... so I can get home and take care of you,’ no doubt a euphemism for the mid-week fornication she feels she needs.
Later, preparing for bed, once again Linda
