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brew of Blondie’s tea in a tall mug and took a few sips of it to make sure it still tasted good. It was even better strong. I went upstairs and put the mug on a coaster on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. I then went into my closet to put on my new lingerie. I’d have to skip the dress, but I could certainly wear the high heels.  
    I slipped into my shoes, then the thong and bra before pulling the nightie over my head. I burst out laughing. My shower cap was still on. I took it off and went out to check myself in the bedroom mirror when the doorbell rang. Oh, no! I had forgotten about the dinner delivery .
    I raced back to my closet, grabbed my robe, and flew downstairs as fast as I could in those high heels. I looked through the peephole, and sure enough, I could see the back of a young man holding an insulated bag with our dinner. I opened the door.
    “Come in while I get my purse,” I said, and went into the kitchen without waiting for him to turn around.
    When I returned with my wallet, the young man was inside. He was a nice-looking boy, probably in high school and the captain of some sports team because he was very well built. He smiled at me and looked down at the package to find the receipt.
    “Mrs. Hauser?”
    “Yes, that’s me. How much do I owe you?”
    He checked the receipt. “$22.60.”
    I took out a twenty and a ten. “The rest is for you.” I wanted to get him out of the house so I could get upstairs and position myself properly on the bed before Mark got out of the shower.
    I noticed his eyes were directed at my chest. When I looked down, I realized my robe had opened, exposing me from my pushed up boobs down to the tiny triangle of the thong that could easily be seen through the sheer nightie. I closed the front of the robe and pulled the belt a little tighter.  
    He lowered his eyes and slid the covered dishes out of the thermal bag. As our hands touched in the exchange of food for money, I felt a rush of excitement travel through me. My eyes met his, and I could see he felt it, too.
    “Um, are you—? Is, um, David Hauser your son?” The boy looked into my eyes.
    “Yes. Do you know him?”
    “Sort of. He was few years ahead of me in school. He’s at U. F. now, right?”
    “Yes. Well, thank you very much, but I need to put these hot dishes away now.”
    He seemed embarrassed. “Oh, yeah. Sure. See you, Mrs. Hauser. And thanks for the tip.”
    I couldn’t wait for him to leave. The dishes weren’t really hot, but he was, and I was slightly appalled by what I was thinking. I watched him amble back to his car through the dining room window. I wondered what his name was and if he’d make my next delivery.  
    I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking?  
    After placing the dinners in the refrigerator, I headed upstairs to position myself spread eagle on the bed. Before I reached the bedroom, I heard the mattress creak. I sighed. It was too late for the surprise I had in mind.
    Plan B. What would that be? I slipped into David’s bedroom and checked myself in the mirror. I took off my robe, smoothed the straps of the nightie, and fluffed the ends of my abbreviated hair.  
    “Mark,” I called out. “Drink all of that tea now. It’s a special herbal formula that will make you feel much better.”
    “Yeah, I did already. It was good. Something new, Jen?”
    I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall, positioning myself in the doorway of our bedroom. I could see Mark leaning back against the pillows with his eyes closed.  
    “Yes, something new, Mark.”
    He opened his eyes at the sound of my voice. His sat up, his eyes wide and round. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, just some noise from deep in his throat—almost like he was choking, but not in an unpleasant way. I didn’t need to hear what he had to say. I could see the reaction I was interested in. His boxer shorts were filling out in front like he was mainlining Viagra.
    Encouraged, I stepped