Mr. Glowing

New Experience

"Deeper, honey?" Zara is getting wild with Brian's actions who are busy with his sensitive area.

The man bit his lip and looked lustfully at Zara. His fingers played so fast that the woman rolled a few times.

"How? It's just a warm-up. You look like you're tired," Brian whispered after feeling Zara's sensitive area was very wet.

Zara can only catch her breath as the explosion in her vital area is making her very tired. His knees were shaking so much that he wanted to sleep. However, the game wasn't complete because Brian was still in top shape.

"Now it's your turn, honey."

Brian lay on his back with the gun standing straight. With a stagger, Zara played her role to provide equal satisfaction before they merged in a body wet with sweat.

***

Mirea left Patrick's house. He didn't want to live there. However, the area was not foreign enough to him. He kept walking until he found a path that would take him home.

Mirea is uncomfortable with Patrick's sticky body because he hasn't showered all day. He even wants to take a shower because the bathroom is different from his house.

"Pat!" someone shouted while running towards him.

Mirea squinted to focus on the person who called out to her.

"It's him again!" He said annoyed when he found out that it was Wine.

Mirea run away, but Wine who was thin was more agile and could grab her clothes so tightly that they were torn apart.

"What are you doing, Mad Woman? I want to go back to my house and get away from you."

"You! You're going to leave me? With debt as high as mountains and children who need to eat every day?" said Wine frustrated. "Better get rid of me. What's the point of living in this world when I can't just be sane!"

Wine was still screaming on the side of the road. After venting all the tightness in his chest, he cried and made Mirea melt.

Mirea was confused why her heart was moved to see Wine like that. He also approached and hugged the woman who was very loved by Patrick.

"Forgive me."

***

Wine bought Patrick's favorite hot coffee. He and Mirea sat on a bench in a park that was on the road leading to Wine's house.

"If you're not Patrick, then who are you? Does this make sense to you?" asked Wine who still couldn't spare any logic for what was now in front of him.

"I told you my name is Mirea. How can this make sense to me? I'm even very amused and wish this was just a dream," Mirea said as she slowly sipped hot coffee in a paper cup.

Wine took a deep breath. His gaze was blank and straight ahead. His mind was racing.

"Then what about my husband? Tomorrow he has to work and earn money."

"Did your husband just think of you as a money machine all this time? Why don't you come to work so you can have two incomes at the same time?"

"Then who will take care of the children if I come to work?"

"Nanny? Daycare?"

"Huh?" Wine sighed. "Even the kitchen fees are not as much as the daily salary of the nanny. I have three children and the youngest is two years old, the eldest is in school and the middle of next year is starting school.

Do you think I'll be okay when my husband can't support us?"

Mirea got up and walked a few steps. The tips of his feet twirled in the grass and formed a small circle.

"Don't you want to know where your husband is if you have me on him?"

"Don't ask about it. I've been thinking about it from the start, that's why I deny the fact that my husband is you."

"I want to go home," said Mirea, "but does anyone believe this i***t is me?"

Wine widened her eyes at Mirea because she felt offended when her husband was insulted. "What do you mean by stupid man?"

"Yeah, your husband is stupid. He just wants to put up with a pushy woman like you. If I were him, I'd have run away. Just last night with you my head felt like it was going to explode because you kept talking about money. Or… aaa… no way," Mirea said after something crossed his mind.

"Or what?" asked Wine curiously.

"Or he purposely went to a psychic and had his soul exchanged and the poor person who got that was me."

Wine was getting angrier with his chest rumbling loudly. "What do you mean? Why did he have to exchange his soul?"

Mirea rose from her seat. He stretched his body which still felt a little sore in some parts. Then he decided to run away. "Because he wants to run away from you, but he doesn't want to say goodbye!" he shouted after getting further away from Wine.

***

Mirea continued down the road to her house. Having no money and Wine didn't want to share any of it, the girl who was actually petite had no other choice.

When he arrived at the gate of his house, he shouted for a security guard named Boy.

"Open the door, Boy. I'm Mirea!"

Boy doesn't want to open the door for the dull man in front of him. He certainly knew very well what the young lady named Mirea was like. It was highly unlikely that the man who shouted and claimed Mirea was a Mirea.

"Come on, go! This family is in mourning. Don't you come suddenly as a rioter here. Or will I report you to the police?" threatened Boy.

"I'm not afraid! The important thing is now give me a chance to come in. I want to take a shower and change clothes. I'm so hot, Boy! You want to be punished by my mother for doing things to me?"

"Make a mess anywhere as long as it's not here! Or I'll release that Bernard to eat you!"

Boy again threatened and pointed to the cage containing a Saint Bernard dog.

"Thyme!" Mirea called to the sleeping dog.

The dog had been bought since he was a child and Timi was the name Mirea had given him. Their relationship is quite close and he is very concerned about the needs and health of his pets.

The security guard was surprised when the man in front of him recognized the dog. However, he was not too surprised after remembering that the dog was often taken for walks around the complex by his master.

"Already, go there! Don't come here again if you still claim to be a young lady in this house."

Mirea was still screaming and mentioning her parents' names and their birth dates. He also shouted Boy's full name and how long he had worked in the house. However, Boy remained unmoved and assumed that all the clues mentioned by Mirea in Patrick's body were just general information that could be known by many people.

"Boy! I know that you have two cellphones and one of them is not known by your wife so you can have a safe affair. Yes, don't you? Tell me if I'm wrong!"

Boy's jaws were chattering and he was starting to run out of patience with Mirea for starting to intrude on his privacy.