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my breasts. My nipples stiffen
immediately and I feel paralyzed, numb from shock, bewilderment, and I hate to
admit, excitement.
    Damn! What the hell do I do?
Scream? Run? Or bask in the attention while it lasts? It’s Ethan’s
attention I’m really missing. The question is, was he missing me? For all I
know, he could be having it away with his mistress right now.
    Why was the other woman always
called ‘mistress’ anyway? It made her sound far more adventurous than just
being the ‘girlfriend’. Well I’d say my current situation was pretty damn
daring…. correction: stupid.
    All my
insecurities and doubts culminated yesterday in a dreadful argument. I torment
myself by re-running the events in my head and try to understand what the hell
is going on in Ethan’s.
    It was
Saturday afternoon. I had just finished painting my nails and I was attempting
to dry them, waving my hands up and down like a demented baby bird learning to
fly. I had arranged for a taxi to pick me up at 4.30pm to go to my best friend
Suzy’s house, to meet up with the girls. She was serving some snacks and drinks
for us while we watched a movie DVD and then we would head into town later that
evening. Suzy would always jump at the chance to hostess a party, usually so
she could showcase her latest gadget. This time it was an anti-gravity
treadmill and yes, it was extravagant but hey, what woman doesn’t dream of
running like the bionic woman and feeling 20lbs lighter at the same
time?
    I heard a
car pull up and I peered out the window to see Ethan arriving back home in his
van. Catching sight of Ethan unexpectedly, still made my stomach flip over. He
had been away overnight in Bath working at a new shopping complex. As much as I
missed him, I was in no position to complain because I had always encouraged
him to develop his business and he was now a well-respected builder in the
industry with four labourers working under him.
    He paced up
the path, fumbling for his keys as he neared the porch, looking somewhat
pre-occupied. I found his gait compelling to watch, such a distinguished
swagger with purposeful strides. I jumped up from my seat when I heard the key
being turned and ran to the hall-way to greet him.
    “Hello
darling,” I beamed.
    His pensive expression was
displaced by a look of genuine happiness. I ran both my hands through his messy
waves and at the same time, I browsed his facial features, absorbing his rugged
handsomeness, his chiselled jawline, his aquiline nose, and the deep blue of
those brooding eyes; I always felt as though they were inviting me in for a
skinny-dip.
    He puffed out his cheeks and
sighed. “Hello Gorgeous. I. am. so . thirsty.” He planted a kiss on my
cheek after each word, and I gave him a mellow smile in return.
    He broke my
embrace and edged away to the kitchen. My arms dropped to my sides, followed
quickly by my heart, and then I strained a smile back on my face, following him
like a puppy scampering behind it’s master.
    “So how’s the job going? Are you
running to schedule?” I asked.
    He turned his back to open the
fridge door and took out a bottle of beer.
    “Yeh,
everything was fine. I got done what I needed to.” He concluded his sentence
with a placid wink and then turned away again to pop the cap off with the
bottle-opener on his keys.
    I perceived
from his body language that he didn’t want to elaborate any further. I was
becoming anxious and annoyed, annoyed with myself for persisting to ignore ‘the
elephant in the room’ but anxious to discovering the real reason for his
indifference towards me. How do you handle not wanting the answer to a question
that you feel obligated to ask? I put the predicament on hold and carried on as
normal. I leant forward across the worktop, wanting to appear as relaxed and as
genial as possible; after all he could just be over-tired from his heavy
work-load so I didn’t want to act unreasonable.
    “Would you like a bacon sandwich
sweetie?”
    He took