2. Coitus Interruptus

It was Friday afternoon and that meant only Nile was in the office, with his head down over a soldering station. He only grunted when Dan said,

“Don’t work all night. It’s the weekend,” as he picked up his coat and decided he didn’t need to wear it. The weather was warming up. Al didn’t work Fridays and Mike was away drumming up business. Dan turned away from the main door. He took the connecting door from the new unit through to the Green’s old garage and locked it behind him. The extended garage ran all the way to the back of the original property and up to the wall of the new unit. Mike had bought the derelict land behind his place a year ago and with Matt’s help he’d got two new business unit’s constructed. Rented one out and occupied the other. They’d taken on Al part time and then Nile full time. The security equipment business was a reputation business and steady growth was the way.

Working with the others wasn’t like working with Mike in the early days. Naked, in the garage, with Jules, spending as much time fucking and messing about as wiring or accounting. It was still fun though and Jules was still a firecracker. She stayed out of the new unit and didn’t get to know Al or Nile.

“I have as much cock as I can handle,” she’d told them when Mike said he was recruiting and proceeded to handle both their cocks magnificently as ever.

Dan was only passing through to his truck but he stopped in the kitchen to say ‘Hi’ and they kissed like the lovers they were. Jules had to check on Elle, now a wild, gangly toddler and Dan piled into the truck. He would be back on Monday, maybe early enough to catch Jules in the shower. She liked it when he invaded her bath time.

Liz caught up with Mrs. Baxter in the corridor after saying goodbye to Marco with a, “See you Monday.”

“What’s troubling you?”. Molly asked.

“It’s Marco, or rather it isn’t. There’s nothing wrong with Marco but I feel like I need something I’m not getting and it’s hard not to blame him.”

That came out better and more coherent than Liz herself had expected.

“Come with me to my office and we’ll figure out what it is you’re lacking.”

There was a disarming directness about the councillor. She seemed to accept everything just as it was. Most people had a particular way they wanted or expected the world to be and whenever it wasn’t you could tell that it annoyed them. Mrs Baxter seemed to just accept it as it showed up. Liz wondered why had she disliked this woman and always avoided her in the past?

Jack stared unblinking at her over his mother’s left shoulder where he drooled and made baby noises.

“It’s nearly feeding time.”

Liz couldn’t help thinking of Marco. How aroused he, or any of the boys, would be hearing that and knowing what was coming next. It was so silly and yet.

The councillors office was sparse and dimly lit compared with a classroom. Mrs Baxter didn’t take a chair. She sat on the edge of the table facing the door, indicating the table next to her and then focussing on Jack.

Liz watched as sealed containers appeared from a bag and small spoons and wet wipes. She almost laughed at her own foolishness thinking Mrs Baxter was going to sit there and breast feed.

“Well Liz. What do you think it is that Marco isn’t giving you? You can call me Molly by the way.”