Brad wasn’t the kind of man who cheated on his wife. At least not regularly. He had to have a good reason and the Lindsay Lohan wannabe in the secretary pool was reason enough.
There was something about the way she gestured with her left arm and whistled her “s’s” He found her unusually sexy.
Brad learned that Stephanie was half his age, about twenty, and filling in for one of the secretaries on maternity leave.
Perfect, he thought. She’ll only be here a short time.
He made his move.
Within a week, she was straightening his tie and touching his arm as they spoke. A week later, they were in her bed, naked and sweaty.
“You know, I’m not usually this easy,” Stephanie said. “I’ve never been with an older man before.”
Brad didn’t like where she was heading so he changed the subject. “This your family?” He pointed to the picture on her nightstand beside the bed.
“That’s my mom and stepdad.”
“Good looking fami . . .” Panic overtook Brad. He recognized the woman in the picture as an old college girlfriend who had dropped out her sophomore year, twenty years ago, to have his child.
The familiar whistling “s” came back to him in a flash as he jumped out of bed, and searched frantically for his clothes.
After teaching writing and literature in college for twenty-five years, Wayne Scheer retired to follow his own advice and write. He’s been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Best of the Net. His work has appeared in The Christian Science Monitor, Notre Dame Magazine, The Pedestal, flashquake, Pindedyboz, Eclectica, Hamilton Stone Review, Stone Table Review, River Walk Journal, The Potomac and Triplopia. Wayne lives in Atlanta with his wife and can be contacted at email@example.com.