John and Maggie play little learning games on the days he works from home. Once the kids are on the bus and gone, John teaches Maggie her lessons. A hot, fast quickie to whet your naughty whistle.
I feel his breath on my neck and shiver at it. My body has gone into overdrive. Anticipation is a heady drug. "So we find ourselves alone on this lovely school day, Miss Margaret," John says. He calls me Maggie any other time. On the days the kids are in school and John works from home, things are different. They are the odd little bits of time together that make me daydream when I know one is swiftly approaching.
His laptop hums on the dining room table, forgotten and neglected. Later today he'll be sitting there working diligently. But for now—right this moment—he's intent on me.