He called her around noon. “Should I pick you up for lunch?”

“Oh dear. I’m so behind.”

“You’re not. Your behind is perfect. I love your behind.”

“Oh, hon. You’re so sweet. So, how was your morning?”

“I went to the gym. Spent the whole time bench pressing one-ten.”

“Why one-ten? Isn’t that kinda light?”

“One-ten is what you weigh. It’s all I need. I musta done fifty-thousands reps pretending I was lifting you.”

“Didn’t that get kinda boring?”

“You never get boring. Besides, there were some cute young moms on the stationary bikes just behind me.”

“Oh?”

“I think they were trying to turn me on. They were talking about cock-sucking. One said she’d only take her guy in her mouth when he was already hard. The other said she liked to feel him bloom in her mouth. And when they pedaled slow and I leaned my head back, I could see up their workout shorts.”

“Oh my. Could you see their slits?”

“The shadows of their slits.”

“I bet that turned you on. Could they see your boner?”

“The outline of my boner.”

“Mmmm, the outline of your boner flirting with the shadow of their slits. Lucky you.”

“Actually, it was torture. What about you? How was your morning? Why are you so behind?”

“It’s your fault. If you hadn’t been so rambunctious on the drive to work ... Ten minutes after I sat down, my panties were soaked. I had to take them off.”

“I bet that was distracting.”

“It was. I had to go to the bathroom so many times.”

“To pee?”

“To diddle.”

“Oh, baby, I really need to pick you up.”

“Better hurry then. Or up your workout weight.”

“How come?”

“Not all of your stuff came out this morning. Can you bench press one-seventeen?”