Twenty one

After one of the best dinners, he could remember having he helped her clean up the kitchen, and then she threw off her clothes as they went to the bathroom and the steaming shower that awaited them. Max was not like her when it came to keeping the floors free from clothes. He didn’t throw them in the basket he had. He just left them in a pile and then kicked them into the corner, so he knew he had to wash them. His suit jacket never made it to the room. He hung those up in the front of the house upon arriving home. He had trained himself on those just like he had when he was a beat cop and only had two uniforms. He didn’t miss those days.

Deanna was already under the water when he managed to pull back the shower door. He still almost was surprised there was a

small woman in under the hot water before him. He smiled down