“Why don’t you just say it,” Marcus encouraged.
“After I would watch you on television, I used to fantasize about you taking me. And sometimes those thoughts would lead me to—other things of let’s say a more physical nature, which I’d rather not go into detail about.” Panthea smiled. “There. I said it.”
“Yes, you did.”
Marcus looked at his beautiful dinner companion and marveled at her directness. Panthea was aggressive, and he liked that about her. She wanted him. Panthea was making that crystal clear, and that made him want her even more.
“I don’t mind telling you Marcus that I’m a very physical woman. That was a very important part of our lives, and now it’s gone,” Panthea said sadly. “It wasn't always like that. When I first got here from Texas, my God, Scott was all over me, all the time.”
“That’s how my ex-wife and I used to be.”
“Tell me about her.”
“My wife Randa was a wonderful woman. She was beautiful, intelligent and she had so much energy, if you know what I mean.”
“I do. What made her your ex-wife?”
“Sure you wanna hear this?”
“Sure you wanna tell me?”
“No.”
“Oh then, I definitely wanna hear it,” Panthea said playfully.
“Okay. This is how a typical day started out for Randa and I. The alarm went off, and we’d have sex.”
Panthea smiled. “I used to like it in the morning, too. I think it makes the day go so much better," she purred. “I’m sorry Marcus, go on.”
“We showered together, and she cooked breakfast while I got ready to go to the office.”
“Would you do it in the shower sometimes too?”
“Most of the time. Anyway, that day started out like any other.”
Panthea wanted to ask Marcus if his ex-wife would meet him so they could have sex for lunch like she used to do with Scott, but Marcus continued before she could get it out.
“I had a meeting with a client that afternoon, and I left the paper at home. I called Randa to see if she could bring me the papers, and we could have lunch together.”
Panthea started to ask her question then, but she had a feeling where the story was going and decided to keep it to herself.
“But she didn’t answer the phone and I needed those papers, so I went home to get them. When I got home her Benz was in the driveway. I got the papers I needed and was about to leave when I heard a noise upstairs. I went to the bedroom and opened the door. There she was. My wife Randa. Pulling her hair out, riding some mans dick.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I am too.”
“But you seem to be dealing with it well. I mean you’re able to talk about it.”
“Suddenly I feel very comfortable talking to you,” Marcus said.
“That makes me happy, Marcus. I want to make you happy,” Panthea said softly and then glanced at her watch. “Look at the time. I really should be going.”
Marcus looked at his watch. It was almost ten o’clock. “It is getting late,” he agreed and called for the check, wondering if his story had anything to do with Panthea’s sudden need to leave. You think? He thought as he stared at her.
“Yes, and I am a married woman, you know.”
Once Marcus paid the check, he walked Panthea to her car. She walked along side him wondering what size shoe he wore. When she got to her car, Panthea unlocked the door and got in. Then Panthea rolled down the window, and she and Marcus talked at the car for the next hour or so, until she attempted to drag herself away.