Chapter 33: Invasion of Privacy

It was an ordinary evening at Mia and Gabe’s house. Over dinner, they talked about their work. Lucia proudly confirmed that the business had filed its quarterly taxes, and they were on track for a profitable year. Julián was doing “same old, same old,” except for the news that Stan had submitted his paperwork for the upcoming Wushu competition.

Gabe was complaining because he had just had to fire one of the managers and temporarily do their job on top of his regular work, all because the ass should have never been hired over Gabe’s objections in the first place. That left Mia and her administrative job.

“Absolutely nothing happened of interest in my job today. Not of interest to my company, not to my co-workers and colleagues, and, most of all, not to me. An African Gibbon with brain disease could do my job, at least today.”

“I don’t know, Mia,” Gabe offered. “All that excitement can’t be good for your heart. Maybe you should quit.”

“No, I’m just griping. Most of the time, I enjoy my job, and I’m almost fully vested in the retirement plan. Vesting means that when I quit there if it’s any time after a few months from now, my accumulations and options are fully portable. Mama, will you help me clean up?”

Minutes later, Mia dried her hands and left the kitchen. Everyone was in the living room chatting, but she heard something and asked everyone to be quiet. She walked toward the back of the house, then returned and asked Gabe to come with her.

“Somebody’s in our hot tub!” she whispered.

The back door of the house had a window to look through, and Mia took a long look. Then she pulled open the door and walked out next to the bubbling spa.

“Willie?! What are you doing? And who’s this? Gabe, this is our neighbor, Willie, uh, Simmons. She lives right next to us in the yellow-colored house.”

“Hello, Gabe, this is my partner Tricia Larkin, and she’s a relation to Julián. I’m sorry for being so forward, I guess, but if all four of you want to jump in here like usual then Tricia and I can explain everything.”

Mia glanced over at her husband, then her look got a little harder, and she stuck her elbow in his ribs. Gabe was aware of Willie’s words, yet his gaze remained fixed on the four new breasts swaying in the spa. The air mixture was turned down, so the heated water was circulating but not bubbling or foamy, the pump was just making those tits move. Visibly.

“Gabe!”

“Yeah, sure, OK. I’ll get my clothes off.”

“Gabe!”

“Oh, SHIT! I’m so sorry, Mia.”

He whirled around, turning his back on the two wet women. Mia, however, visibly relaxed, and put her hand on his elbow.

“Gabe, honey, it’s OK. I had a jealous moment, but it’s over now. They are beautiful, it’s understandable, and you can turn around.