Her husband was just putting the water cans away for the water tank was now empty, waiting for another downpour to refill. He gave a grunt of recognization.Conservations were limited in the household, although married for decades it wasn't a happy one but held together for mutual advantages of which sex wasn't included. "I don't know what time I'll be back", she said. "These church dinners can just go on and on". She paused and then as she adjusted the drapes called out. "My lift has arrived, night, night". The next thing the husband heard was the door close. He really didn't care what time she got back, he could be up glued to the TV or working on the computer for he was a tutor or he could be in bed and if he was wouldn't know when she got home for he had his own room, a situation that had existed for many years. He proceeded to cook his own meal; something that he did anyway for he was the main chef, his wife didn't cook, just didn't like it.The wife opened the front door of the. He rolls over and looks at the clock. It’s seven forty-five. He slips on some dark gray slacks plus a pink oxford shirt and heads for the door.He opens it, and there stands a radiant KK wearing a teal silk blouse and a buckskin colored prairie skirt embroidered with Indian symbols. Her dark chestnut hair has been styled to frame her face and to draw more attention to her emerald green eyes. Her eyebrows are more defined because she wears just a hint of makeup.Kyle is stunned by KK’s appearance, but she doesn’t seem to be at all offended when she pushes against the bottom of his chin to close his gaping mouth. Instead, she wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. After several minutes of holding each other in the doorway she pushes him further into the room, kicking the door closed behind her. When it slams shut she stands on her tiptoes and gives him a cartoon kiss. That’s the type of kiss where the steam whistle goes off as well as the bursting fireworks and the guy can only.
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