The thought had come to him while he stared at the mound of apples. It would be so simple, he mused, as he absently cupped the red and yellow fruit. Perhaps she wouldn't mind. I mean it's not exactly like she uses them. He shook his head, smiling at the image.
Walking through the drink aisle of the grocery store, the pasty fluorescent lighting occasionally caught a slick wax spot on the linoleum. The soles of his black loafers made a sort of shuffling paper sound as he made his way past a woman arguing about chocolate chip or oatmeal cookies with two pudgy preschoolers.
I'll just go ahead and buy this. Just in case. He reached out to grab the sandwich baggies, but changed his mind and grabbed some plastic re-sealable containers. They would fit much better in here, and look better too, he thought.
The dish soap was on the same aisle as a short black man, his overalls covered in splatters of mostly white paint. He was staring at the washing detergent with a puzzled look, perhaps trying to remember what his wife had told him to get. Somehow the overly cheerful music leaking through the store's hidden speakers was just enough to make him think of changing his mind.
Nah, he thought, she might even be grateful. It would be doing her a favor, something she's always wanted. She was always complaining about them anyway. He took a moment to debate whether he wanted merlot or beer, but in the end he got both. She'd be proud of him thinking of her tastes for once.
The cashier's line was a little slow but it gave him time to really mull things over. He moved his eyes over glossy pictures of soap stars and miracle weight-loss champions. Jesus was on his way, but unfortunately the increasingly high fuel prices had grounded his jet in Haiti. Royal bee jelly could improve sexual stamina it seems, and the twenty things you do in bed that she hates really got him smiling.
This was going to be so much fun. He gave a wink to the cashier as he slid his credit card. She must not have noticed or just didn't care because she handed him the receipt with an automatic have-a-nice-evening.
It only took five minutes to get home from the store. She was finishing dinner when he walked in and her standard kiss on the cheek, how was work, elicited his usual smile and just fine response. She thanked him with surprise for the wine as she drank two glasses with the grilled fish.
As she got in the shower thirty minutes later he sat on the bed waiting for her to finish. When he heard the water turn off he stood up and walked into the bathroom. Thankfully she was still woozy from the wine, because it was a blessing she fainted at the first slice. The screams would have been a little hard to explain to the other tenants. Like two perfectly firm Washington apples, he held her breasts in his hands and smiled. Evidently a handful was just enough. |
