You sit on the edge of the pool and ease yourself in. You begin to swim lengths, long slow strokes, confident in your own place. I watch you from the ...shadows, not wanting you to know I’m there yet. As you reach the side, you pull yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool. Your body is wet, and I can see the water glistening on your skin. You’re sitting on a towel. As I watch, I can see you reach for your breasts and take them in your hands. You take a nipple in each hand and roll it between. We did the golf range, I drove him back to my place and invited him in, but he declined saying he needed to get home.A couple of days after their third 'mini-date', my wife confided in me that she thought he was getting hard while they sat on the couch and chatted while waiting for me to arrive home. She was a little nervous about this and wanted me to know what was happening. I told her that if she was curious and wanted to know if he was really getting hard just talking to her, she should try. I would have preferred a vat of Bactine but I didn't think that there was any in easy reach.The bath did help, some. Tara returned with a brown bottle saying that one of the cooks said that this is what sailors use. I instructed her to put two clean sheets down for me to lie on and exited the tub. I waddled my way over to the sheets on the floor and laid face down."Tara, is that sunburn lotion?" I could smell vinegar and some spices. She nodded, "Please pour that vile smelling stuff on my back. ’ I did my job. I went to the local 7/11, filled up and got us a bunch of subs. I bought way more than we needed just in case somebody at the hospital didn’t eat before we got there. I did it slowly, but by the time I got home, it was only 4:00. I was too antsy to watch TV. The laundry was done. The place was clean. I wished somehow I could just jump over the next hour and a half and head home with Jeff. I had to do something to keep my mind occupied. There was no point in worrying about Louis..