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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was originally inspired by this fabulous LiveJournal entry. Thanks to my muse Aimee for her inspiration, her inspiration, and the permission to link her journal entry here.

The next morning at work, I was a nervous wreck. Every time the phone rang, I wondered…. would it be her?
“Jim Robinson?” I answered hopefully each time I raised the phone to my ear. But, it was always a work-related call on the other end of the phone. It was always someone who wanted plans, drafts, schedules, or a budget estimate. It was never my gorgeous pixie calling.
As lunchtime neared, she still hadn’t called. At ten minutes ‘til noon, my phone rang, the short double chime indicating an internal call. “001” showed up on the display, telling me it was Della, the less-than-friendly receptionist at the front desk.
I stabbed at the speakerphone button. “This is Jim.”
Della’s voice came over the tinny speaker. “Jim, you have a visitor at the front lobby. Your niece is here to take you to lunch.”
I stared at the phone in shocked silence. My “niece” was here? I was an only child, and Beth’s sole sibling was her unmarried brother. I had no nieces.
There was only one person it could be.
“Jim – you there?” came Della’s annoyed voice over the speaker.
“Yeah, yeah sorry Della,” I stammered. “Just distracted by some paperwork. Send her back here – no, never mind, I’ll meet her up there,” I said, changing my mind. It could look weird if my “niece” came back to my office behind a closed door, I realized!!
I grabbed my jacket and headed out of my office, passing several rows of cubicles on the way to the front. Aimee was at the reception desk, chatting with Della – who was actually smiling, possibly for the first time ever. Apparently, Aimee’s charms were universal.
As I approached, I admired some of those charms. She was leaning forward on the granite surface of the front desk. The upper swells of her breasts were just visible inside the low-neck sweater she was wearing, and I couldn’t help but look. I tore my eyes away, looking instead into Aimee’s own, just as Della started to speak.
“Jim, your niece is delightful,” she said, her thick Boston accent muddling the words. “But I thought Beth’s brother was single – I didn’t know he had a daughter?”
Uh oh, I thought – now what?? Luckily Aimee was as bright as she was beautiful, and she smoothly answered Della’s question.
“Oh, I’m not really Jim’s niece,” she said, making my heart skip a beat. “I’m actually his second cousin, once removed, on his mom’s side. It’s just that I’ve always called him ‘Uncle Jim’ since I was a toddler,” she finished, winking at me.
“Ah well, now that makes sense,” Della said, as her phone rang. “Run along you two, enjoy your lunch,” she said, making a sweeping motion with her hands.
I pushed open the glass front door and followed Aimee out into the bright New England sunshine. Considering it was a little more than a week from Thanksgiving, the temperature was pretty warm, 50 degrees or so.
We turned left, towards the parking lot. Glancing around to make sure no one could overhear us, I stopped, and turned to Aimee. “Okay, ‘niece,’ what the heck is going on? Why are you here, at my office?”
She frowned, glancing down at her pointed boots. “I thought it would be a nice surprise. Guess not.”
“Aimee,” I said. “It is a nice surprise. But these people – these people that I work with, I’ve known them for years. They know Beth, they know the kids. Just like Della, a lot of people here would know that I couldn’t have a niece. Although,” I said, softening my tone, “the ‘second cousin’ thing was brilliant.”
Aimee looked up at me, the smile returning to her face. “I won’t make it a habit, Jim. It’s just that – well, after getting your text message yesterday, I wanted to see you, alone, wanted to talk to you. This was the best way I could think of to do that.”
She made sense, a lot of sense, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I thought of the implications for the rest of my life. Was I really ready to go down this road? Even with the problems Beth and I had, was I ready to stoop to that level – was I ready to be an adulterer??”
“We need to talk this through, and I can’t do it on an empty stomach. Let’s go to lunch,” I said, leading her to my car.
I took her to a Mexican place down the street from my office. It had big high-backed booths in the back, and I was pleased to see the hostess lead us to one of those. We’d have a decent amount of privacy here.
The waiter brought us a couple of Cokes, and a bowl of chips and salsa. After we placed our orders, an uneasy silence settled over the table, both of us playing with the salty tortilla chips, not really eating them.
Aimee started the conversation. “Jim – did you – when – when you sent me that message yesterday about your business trip, what did you mean?” she asked, uncertainly. “Were you asking me to join you?”
Yes, my mind screamed.
No, my conscience answered.
I sighed, and rubbed my temple with my left hand. I reached out and placed my other hand on Aimee’s, on top of the table.
“Yes,” I said softly. “No. Oh, geez – this is so complicated. Aimee, I’m drawn to you in a way that I’ve never felt before. I feel this, this….pull towards you that I never felt for Kira, never felt for Beth, or for anyone. In some ways, I feel powerless to stop it – like it’s out of my control.”
“I know,” she said, her voice soft, her thumb rubbing across the side of my own. “I feel it too, Jim. And it scares the hell out of me, because I never understood how someone could get involved with a married man. Until now.”
The waiter arrived with our tray of food, and I hurriedly removed my hand from Aimee’s. He set down the steaming plates, quesadillas for me, a chimichanga for Aimee. After he had withdrawn, we both looked at each other through the steam.
Our food ignored, we stared at each other across the table for minutes. I gazed deep into her ridiculously blue eyes, and I felt the pull again.
I broke the silence with a simple statement.
“Yes, Aimee. I want you to come with me.”
One week later, I was sitting on the bed inside Room 308 of a Marriott hotel in Portsmouth. It was nearly 6:00 on a Tuesday evening, two days before Thanksgiving, and I was as nervous as (or maybe more nervous than) I’d been before my first date.
Why? Because Aimee was due to arrive any second.
I’d been in Portsmouth since the previous morning, overseeing the progress of the Interstate-95 bridge rehabilitation progress. The Maine/New Hampshire border bisected this bridge, and as a result, the rehab was a joint project between NHDOT and our colleagues from Maine.
Aimee and I had tried to determine the best way for us to meet. She still had classes the Monday and Tuesday of Thanksgiving week, and Beth was expecting her to babysit those two days. Her Thanksgiving vacation started on Wednesday, and Beth’s office was closed that day, so Beth could be home with the kids.
The “official” story was that Aimee would be driving home to Maine on Wednesday to spend Thanksgiving with her folks. And she would be….it’s just that she’d be leaving from a Marriott hotel in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, instead of from her dorm room in New London. It was sort of on the way, though there would have been quicker ways for her to get home.
My meetings and project surveys had finished up in the afternoon, like I knew they would. This was the final project review before construction ceased for the winter; the bridge reconstruction being a “two-season” project. We’d had the option to meet again on Wednesday, and I had told Beth we would, but I knew there was very little chance we’d need to. Everyone would be trying to get done on Tuesday, anxious to get home for the long holiday weekend and be with their families.
Everyone except for me, anyway.
And so Aimee and I had planned that she would drive to the hotel, straight from my house. She’d go from saying goodbye to Beth and my children to an illicit, adulterous rendezvous with me. Beth wasn’t expecting me back until sometime the next day.
At 6:08, there was a knock on the hotel room door. I raced to the entry and swung the door open, my heart trying to leap from my ribcage.
Aimee stood on the other side of the threshold, biting her bottom lip. She had a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, and was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a long-sleeve shirt with a leather jacket over it. Her cheeks were rosy and flushed from the cool weather.
“Come – come in,” I stammered, reaching to take her bag off her shoulder. “How was the drive?” I asked, closing the door behind her.
“Fine,” she said. “Your directions were right on – I guess that’s good, considering you’re a transportation engineer,” she said, laughing nervously.
My own anxious chuckle echoed her own. “Yeah, what kind of engineer would I be if I couldn’t read a map?”
We both sat there in silence for a minute or two, facing each other, her on the edge of the room’s single king-size bed, me in the room’s only chair.
“So,” I said, “Do you want to get some dinner?”
She looked at me without saying anything for a few seconds. Then, she nodded imperceptibly, almost to herself, as if some internal decision had been reached.
“Sure,” she said. “But do you mind if I take a quick shower first? I feel kind of grubby.”
“No, not at all,” I said, my cock throbbing as I imagined her naked, just on the other side of the wall from me. “Do you want me to wait for you in the lobby?” I asked in an attempt at chivalry.
She smiled patiently at me, the way I’d seen her do at Eth or Jake. “I hardly think that’s necessary, considering…” she said. “But maybe you’ll just close your eyes while I get dressed, you know, for modesty’s sake?”
“Sure, of course,” I said.
Aimee gathered some things from her bag and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A minute or so later, I heard the shower start, and my mind raced with visions of Aimee, naked and wet and soapy, her nipples pink and erect. “Does she shave her pubic hair?” I wondered.
I propped a couple of pillows against the headboard and reclined on the bed, reaching for the remote. I absently flipped channels while thinking of Aimee in the shower, and I had to adjust my trapped cock into a more comfortable position as my erection swelled.
In the shower, I could hear Aimee singing a tune, which sounded very familiar. Over the sound of the water, though, I couldn’t make out the words and so I couldn’t quite identify it.
The water turned off, and a few minutes later, the bathroom door opened a crack. “Jim?” Aimee called out. “Be a good engineer now and close your eyes, ‘kay?”
I laughed. “Okay,” I said, and did as she asked. “They’re closed,” I called out, and I heard the bathroom door creak as it opened all the way.
I wanted to peek. Oh, how I wanted to peek, to see that luscious body that I’d fantasized about, masturbated while thinking of. I wanted to see her smooth and soft skin, glistening with beaded water. But I didn’t. I was afraid to ruin whatever else might happen that night, and so I kept my eyes tightly shut.
With my eyes shut, my other senses seemed hyper-sensitive. I heard Aimee’s gentle footsteps on the carpet, could smell the shampoo or soap she used.
I heard the quiet thump of her towel on the floor.
I heard the gentle scrape of the remote as she picked it up, and the click of the TV turning off.
I felt the bed shift, to my left and then to my right, and then I felt a very warm, slightly wet, and very naked body clamber on top of my own. My cock leapt to full erection in milliseconds, and I snapped my eyes open.
I found myself staring directly into Aimee’s face, scant inches from my own. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with laughter, and her mouth was quirked up at the corners into a wry smile.
“Surprise,” she said, lowering her mouth to my own for our first kiss.
Her lips were soft and hot, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around her back. I could feel her torso press against mine, and my hands roamed over her back, feeling the drops of water there.
Her tongue snaked out and pressed against my lips, and she moaned when one of my hands dipped slower, passing over the curve of her delicious ass. She moaned and pressed her naked pelvis harder against my fully-clothed crotch.
I was in sensory overload as we kissed, so many unexpected sensations at once. Aimee’s nipples were like two marbles pressing into my chest, easily felt through the two layers of clothing I was wearing. I had an ass cheek firmly grasped in each hand, kneading and caressing that warm flesh. Her hips were gyrating, rubbing that hot patch between her legs all over my hard shaft.
And her lips, my God, she was an amazing kisser, just like I knew she would be, her lips dancing all over mine, constantly varying the pressure and angle, literally taking my breath away. Her tongue was dancing out, sliding over my lips and teeth, and wrestling with my own tongue in quick encounters, then slipping back out of reach.
Finally, she broke for air, gasping as she raised her face from mine, her breasts dangling invitingly over my chest. I released my grip on her ass and slid my fingers between our chests, tweaking and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers.
“Ohhhhhh,” she said, pressing her pussy harder on my cock, rolling it from side to side. “Oh oh oh oh,” she said, making me think she was rubbing her clit directly on my still-clothed cock.
I flexed my cock and thrust it up at her, rubbing it along her warm and (I assumed) damp mound. I pinched her nipples harder, thrusting my cock along her slit.
“Yessss, Jim, oh God yes, just like that,” she said, her hips thrusting to meet my own.
“What about like this?” I asked, lifting my head to capture one of her nipples between my lips. I suckled and nibbled at her nipple, my hand still massaging the other.
“Ohhhh yesssss,” she said, her thrusts coming harder and faster now. “I’m going to….”
“What,” I said, surprised at her pressing need, but urging her on. “You’re going to come for me? My hot little sexy babysitter, are you going to come all over my pants? Go ahead baby, my sexy little Aimee, come all over big Jim’s cock. Come for me,” I said, moving one hand back to her ass, urging her to dry hump me faster and faster and faster.
“Ahhhhh ahhh ahhh,” she shrieked, reaching the peak. Her thrusts got erratic, her pussy spasming on top of my cock, the heat of her cunt noticeable even through my clothes. Her ass clenched as she continued rubbing along my shaft, saying “Jim Jim oh God Jim….”
Her orgasm finally dissipated with a few weaker spasms, and her hips slowed. I released her nipple from my mouth, and she allowed her head to collapse on my shoulder, her pelvis still making occasional lazy circles on top of my own, Aimee still moaning softly.
I rubbed her back while she recovered her senses, my cock an iron bar resting beneath the furnace of her pussy. My hand drifted gently across her lower back, down her buttocks, and over as much of her delicious legs as I could reach from this position.
After a little while, Aimee raised her head and looked at me, a smile on her impish face. “Well, now, that was something, huh?”
“No shit, Aimee, no shit,” I said. “Did that feel as good as it sounded?”
She blushed, her eyes flickering away for a second before returning to focus on my own. “More than you know, big Jim. I guess I was a little worked up…I’d already done a little ‘warming up’ in the shower, if you know what I mean.”
My cock throbbed in my pants at the mental picture of Aimee touching herself, and she felt the movement.
“Hmmm….guess you’re the one who’s worked up now, my sexy engineer,” she said, sliding her body off mine onto the bed. “You’re also entirely overdressed,” she said, tugging at my shirt, pulling it from my waistband.
I sat up as she pulled my shirt and undershirt over my head in one motion. Her fingers trailed across the contours of my chest, over my nipples, across my abdomen, her eyes following the same path. I wasn’t exactly ripped, but I did work out enough to be winning the “battle of the bulge” that had afflicted many of my friends.
Aimee sat on her haunches as she undid my belt buckle, and I gazed at her body. Her porcelain skin was flawless, her lovely breasts high and firm on her chest. Her torso was smooth and lean, a sterling silver bauble piercing her navel.
I lifted my hips to aid her work, and she slid my pants down. “No underwear today? My my, big Jim, you ARE naughty!” she said, running one slim fingertip over my aching cock.
I moaned, still admiring her body as she stretched her long legs out to one side and settled down on her right hip, her face only a few inches from my groin. I could feel her hot breath tickling the skin of my cock.
And then, just like in my fantasies, she moved her mouth to it. Her warm lips eased over the tip of my dick, and I let out an explosive breath, unaware that I’d been holding it. She pushed her mouth further down over my cock, her tongue gently tickling the underside of my shaft.
Leaning back on my elbows, I gazed down and watched her suck my cock. Her spiky brown hair was still damp from the shower, her gorgeous ass and legs stretched out beside me.
I groaned louder as she continued to work more and more of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. Her hand was wrapped tightly around the base, pumping gently as she worked me in. She got about half my length into her mouth and then slowly backed off, increasing the pressure of her lips until they popped off the end of my shaft.
She repeated the process in reverse, keeping her lips tight as she pushed them down over my dick, and the feeling was incredible. Still pumping slightly on the base of my cock, she started increasing the pace of her mouth, moving her lips faster and faster, my cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. I felt my hips involuntarily start moving up off the bed, matching her thrusts with a retreat, and her retreats with a thrust.
She pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me, her lips glistening with the mixture of saliva and pre-come. “You have such a tasty dick, big Jim, just like I knew you would. Are you going to give me your hot hot come?” she asked, moving her mouth back over my dick before I answered.
I groaned, as the cool air of the room on my dick was replaced again by Aimee’s hot wet mouth. “Sooner than you think, my sexy babysitter, oh God very very soon,” I said, her fingers tracing over my balls.
Aimee moved to her knees for a better angle, never losing her lip lock on my dick. Faster and faster she sucked me, her head bobbing up and down, water droplets from her hair splashing my thighs with each stroke. I reached a hand out to stroke her ass, my fingers dipping between her thighs and exploring her hot folds.
Her hand moved faster on the base of my cock now, and her mouth moved faster over the top half. Her lips and tongue swirled around the head with each stroke, and I felt my balls tightening, my shaft getting even longer and harder.
Aimee felt it too. She pulled her mouth of my dick long enough to say, “Give it to me, big Jim. Oh fuck give me your come.” She replaced the tip of my dick in her mouth and pumped me furiously with her hand, her tongue licking along the underside of the head, her upper lip just brushing the top of my cock head.
“Oh oh oh Godddd,” I exclaimed, feeling my balls expanding. “Here it comes Aimee, oh God I’m gonna come...”
I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned loudly as my orgasm exploded from my balls, up my shaft and into Aimee’s waiting mouth. I felt her mouth working as I lifted my hips up from the bed, shooting five, six, seven blasts of semen from my dick into her mouth. “Aarrrgghh,” I groaned as several aftershocks rippled through my groin, each one forcing another dribble of come from the end of my dick.
I eased my hips back down to the bed and collapsed onto my back. I felt Aimee gently sucking and licking on the head of my shaft, cleaning the come from my dick. I opened my eyes as she pulled off and sat back on the bed. I watched in wonder as she opened her mouth to show me a pool of come on her tongue, and felt my spent dick throb a little as she closed her mouth and swallowed my seed.
She reached forward and pushed a sweaty lock of hair off my forehead. “Phew,” she said. “That was quite an appetizer. Now, how about that dinner you promised me?”
“Sure,” I said weakly. “As soon as I can move again.”
“Good,” she said, spreading her legs wider, giving me my first real look at her pussy, the pubic hair above trimmed to a neat strip. “Because then I’ve got some delicious dessert for you.” She spread her pussy lips apart with her hand, and again I felt my flaccid dick give a little throb.
“And,” she continued, sliding one finger along her slit. “You’re going to need lots of strength if you want to fuck this hot little pussy all night long.”
My dick absolutely jumped at that.
Three hours later, my cock was poised right at the entrance to that “hot little pussy,” as I rubbed the head over Aimee’s lips and her clit.
We’d gone out for a quick bite to eat and returned to the room. I think Aimee was naked before I’d even locked the door, and she ripped my clothes from my body quickly thereafter. I had thoroughly enjoyed my “dessert,” and my face was currently covered with Aimee’s pussy secretions.
I’d discovered, to my delight, that Aimee was very multi-orgasmic, and I ate her to three quick orgasms in about 15 minutes. Neither of the two women I’d been with before – Kira or Beth – had been like that; after one orgasm, they were done for the night. Of course, neither of them had ever let me come in their mouths before, either. So tonight was a night of firsts for me.
“Damnit, Jim, don’t tease me,” Aimee said, spread-eagled on the bed before me. “Don’t rub it around, fuck me with that gorgeous cock!!”
How could I refuse? Standing on the floor between her legs, I swirled my my purple cock-head around in her dripping lips a couple more times, then pressed the head to the opening of her cunt. I watched, fascinated, as her lips resisted at first, and then parted before me like the Red Sea. For one perverted moment, I thought of renaming my dick as “Moses,” but that corny thought was quickly driven from my mind.
Aimee and I moaned together as my cock sank into her. I kept my progress slow, glacially slow, to prolong the feeling for both of us, this glorious, new feeling.
Aimee lifted her long legs from the floor and placed them against my chest. We both groaned as the angle of penetration changed, her butt rising off the bed to meet me. My dick sank deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, feeling like it had been designed for this and nothing else, like my cock and her pussy had been custom-made for each other.
Finally, I felt my pelvis come to rest against hers, and realized I was all the way inside her. Grasping her knees and holding her legs against my upper body, I drew my cock all the way out, slowly, then drove it back in. I repeated this over and over again, picking up speed each time. I felt my balls slapping wetly against Aimee with each thrust, and my fingers kneaded her legs as I fucked her.
I slammed in and out of her snug little pussy, feeling it grasp at my cock as I retreated, then pulling me deeper as I thrust into her. As I bottomed out with each thrust, I rotated my pelvis slightly, putting additional pressure on her clit. Aimee moaned each time I did this, her head thrashing around on the bed, her hands pinching her own nipples.
Her moans grew in intensity, and I knew she was getting close to another climax. I removed my hands from her legs and placed one on top of her lower abdomen. I pushed my thumb through her silky pubic hair and rested it on top of her clit, rubbing with increasing pressure.
I felt the ripples in her pussy, and Aimee moaned even louder. She lowered her legs and put them around my waist, locking her ankles together behind my ass. She pulled me into her deeper with each thrust, babbling as I fucked her.
“Harder, harder, fuck me HARDER,” she said, and I slammed faster in and out of her, my balls knocking against her ass.
“Harder harder, God I need your big cock, love it, need it, fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeee,” she exclaimed, her ankles putting more and more pressure on my ass. I felt the muscles in her pussy start to ripple, and I put more emphasis on the rotation at the bottom of each stroke.
“Oh God oh God oh God,” she said, and I felt her pussy get even tighter, squeezing along the length of my shaft. “Come with me big Jim, oh come in my hot pussy, I need your hot come to fill me, fill your hot little babysitter ah ah ah ah,” she cried.
The contractions along my cock as Aimee climaxed, along with her dirty words, sent me quickly over the edge. “Oh oh oh aaaahhhh,” I moaned, slamming into her one final time and holding it there as my cock swelled inside the confines of her tight pussy, holding like that for a second or two, exquisite pleasure and pain all at once.
“Gahhhhh Aimee Aimeeeeee,” I groaned as the sweet release finally happened, my cock exploding into her clenching, contracting pussy.
“Ah ah ah ah,” Aimee said, feeling my sticky semen shoot into her. “Oh so good so good so good,” she said, quietly. She released her leg-lock on my ass and I collapsed forward, resting my head on her chest. She stroked my hair gently as we both recovered.
We fell asleep entwined in each other that night, the sticky residue from our lovemaking ignored. In the morning, we made love again, slower and longer this time. Aimee got on top and rode me, cowgirl-style, her bobbing breasts illuminated by a single stream of sunlight which came through the curtains. I watched, fascinated, as her pink pussy slipped up and down over my upright shaft.
After two climaxes for her and one for me, we dozed for another hour, then got up to shower together. Aimee knelt on the tile floor and used her lips and tongue to coax one last orgasm from my cock. Again she swallowed every drop, looking to make sure I noticed.
We dressed and checked out of the room, and then had a quick breakfast in the hotel’s coffee shop. We were both quiet, unsure of what to say, unsure of the proper etiquette for ending a night like we’d had, and uncertain of when – or if – we’d be able to have one again.
Finally, breakfast over, we walked out of the hotel into a cloudy morning, one that smelled of impending snow. I took her hand as we silently walked to her car, and she embraced me tightly when we got there.
I returned her hug, holding her, enjoying the feel of her body against mine, but also enjoying the emotional closeness. Finally, we pulled apart. “Drive safely to Portland,” I said, wiping a single tear from her eye with my thumb. “And have a Happy Thanksgiving.”
“You too,” she said softly. “And tell the boys I said – ohhhh,” she said, her voice trailing off as she realized I couldn’t. Her eyes fell. “Sorry.”
I put one finger under her chin and raised her eyes to mine. “Don’t be, Aimee. I don’t know how to handle all this, either. And remember, YOU haven’t done anything wrong.”
She nodded. “See you next week,” she said, opening her car door.
“Next week,” I echoed. I stood back and watched her back out of the spot and drive away.
On my own drive home, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. How could I do this? Especially after everything I’d said in the past to Beth, how could I become an adulterer? I was in a funk most of the drive home, and not in great spirits once I got there, either. But the natural cheerfulness of Jake and Ethan drove some of that away, and by the time I went to bed that night, I was in a better mood.
In the darkness of our bedroom that night, I absent-mindedly rested my hand on Beth’s stomach, and was momentarily surprised at the lack of a piercing in her navel. I absently rubbed her stomach as I thought about this, and she misinterpreted this as an amorous overture.
“Not tonight,” Beth said, pushing my hand off her body. “I’m exhausted, Jim.”
In the dark, I rolled my eyes.
I am too, honey. I am too.
In the morning, Beth got busy preparing a giant Thanksgiving meal. Due to a variety of factors, none of our family was able to visit, so it would only be the four of us.
Despite that, Beth still planned to cook a 16-pound turkey, and all the traditional side dishes too. Awakened by the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen at 7:30, I gave up and got out of bed. Dressed in my pajamas, I headed downstairs.
The kitchen looked like a disaster area, and I made a beeline for the coffeemaker. “Jim,” Beth exclaimed when she pulled her head out of the pantry and saw me. “I’m glad you’re up – I need to run to the grocery store.”
“The grocery store? Beth, we spent two hundred dollars there last weekend – what could you possibly need?”
“Yams,” she said. “I forgot the yams, and we have to have yams for Thanksgiving.”
“I don’t even like yams,” I yawned, filling the coffeepot with water. “And it’s fucking Thanksgiving – is Cricenti’s even open today?”
Beth nodded, grabbing her purse from the table. “’Til noon. Kids are still asleep, feed them when they get up, ‘kay? And watch your language.”
I nodded, and with a quick kiss that completely missed my cheek, she was out the door.
I stood impatiently in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, and then took a cup and the newspaper into the family room. I turned on the TV and flipped to the Macy’s parade.
Less than fifteen minutes later, I heard a car door slam in the driveway, and then another. Beth must have filled the back seat with groceries, I figured. I got up and walked towards the foyer, figuring I should go help.
Beth opened the front door. “Jim,” she called out, “I’m home. And look who I found at the grocery store!”
Aimee walked through the door. “Hi Jim – Happy Thanksgiving,” she said brightly.
I dropped my coffee.

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