Dirty Becky by Jason Lenov

Author:Jason Lenov [Lenov, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2019-04-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I was left alone with my thoughts until I realized what time it was. Almost noon. I had a class starting at one and it took forty minutes to get to the university. I ran upstairs, threw on some fresh clothes, then bolted back down, grabbed my briefcase and ran out to the car.

I drove to school white-knuckled as I gripped the steering wheel. My mind just wouldn’t clear. I had no idea how I was going to get through the rest of my day.

Somehow I did. As soon as I stood at the lectern I changed modes. From lusty voyeur to bored professor I droned for an hour about the virtues and vices of biotechnology. A few of the students fell asleep. It felt good. It felt safe.

The faculty meeting that afternoon was a little more difficult. My mind kept wandering back to that morning, thinking of what I’d seen and trying to piece together how it might have changed me. Afterwards I managed to make beat a hasty retreat before Colleen, a colleague I was authoring a paper with, could sink her claws into me and ask why I hadn’t answered any of her emails.

The drive home, though, heightened my tension again. I wondered what it would be like seeing Becky. Would things be different between us? We hadn’t had a chance to even say goodbye I’d been in such a rush.

By the time I pulled into my driveway my heart was thundering in my chest and I was sweating profusely. I opened the door with a shaky hand to the find the house dark except for a faint light glowing from the kitchen. I stepped inside, closed the door and listened.

The house smelled amazing. As my eyes adjusted to the light I realized the light was coming from two candles on the table. The table was set with good plates and our antique silverware. There were empty wine glasses and an uncorked bottle in the center. “Becky?”

Becky appeared in the door of the kitchen. She looked stunning. She was wearing a red pencil dress that hugged each and every one of her luscious curves. Her freshly washed hair cascaded down over her shoulders and her smile was filled with mischief.

“What is this?” I asked.

“So you did forget,” she purred, swaying toward me, taking my briefcase and setting it down on the ground.

“Forget? What’d I forget?”

Becky shook her head. “It’s our anniversary, silly. Ten years, remember?”

Oh shit. “Becky…I’m so sorry,” I stammered.

She laughed and pressed a palm against my cheek. “As sorry as you are every year?” she asked.

She was right. I was terrible at remembering dates. “I’ll make this up to you, I promise, I’ll…”

She silenced me with a finger on my lips. “Stop it. If it mattered we’d be divorced already. Come on,” she said, taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. “Let’s eat.”

She poured out two glasses of wine, handed one to me, then took a generous swig from hers. “I made prime rib.

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