Files of pleasure (an intimate compilation)
she chirped, barely looking up before heading toward the garage.
I waited until I heard the heavy rumble of the garage door closing. Moving to the window, I watched as she pedaled away on her pink bicycle, heading off to her daily pilates class. "Healthy living," I muttered to myself, watching her figure disappear down the driveway. Once she was gone, I knew I was truly alone with him.
I walked down the hall to the master suite where Victor lay. He was a veteran, a man who had been caught in a horrific bombing while serving in Afghanistan.