I slowly stroked my cock just because it felt good. I had no intention of masturbating to completion. I needed everything I could muster to satisfy Priya’s needs on this particular night. I laid there thinking about ‘guilt’ when I realized that after thirteen years alone, I still felt guilty about ‘cheating’ on Anna and my eyes suddenly filled with tears. A thought flashed into my brain: Joyce and Frankie came here with their plan to push a narrative to force me to realize how stupid it was to feel this guilt after all this time. I smiled to myself thinking, ‘Angela came along just to suck and fuck.’ She couldn’t have cared less about the message her mother and aunt were trying to send.
I hated to get up but my stomach was grumbling. I had to make something to eat. There were times when I’d spend hours preparing a chef-worthy cuisine if for no other reason than I was bored. Today was not one of those days. I made a bologna sandwich with butter and mustard and carefully laid a thick layer of potato chips and crushed them all down with the top layer of bread.
I sat down on the loveseat with a cold beer and noticed that the TV was still on the fishing channel. The bass fishing program was now a deep sea tuna fishing program. I hated fishing even though when I bought this house, the allure of a quiet afternoon fishing was one of the pros of moving here. I tried it several times but discovered that all I did while casting and reeling was reminisce about Anna. In retrospect, I’m sure that anything I did then would result in the same thing. Regardless, I didn’t really enjoy it like I thought I would.
I change the channel and listened to the news for a while. That was too depressing so I made one pass through the channel guide. I muttered to myself, “Christ. Three hundred channels and there’s shit on.” I turned the TV off. I got up and carried my sandwich and beer out to the deck. There wasn’t a breath of air. My US flag hung limply on its pole at the end of the dock. The flag on my party boat’s anchor light pole was unmoving too. There were wind driven ripples further out on the lake so some air was moving. I noted that the leaves were turning over, showing their undersides. It was going to rain. I looked to my left, to the west. Huge, dark, billowing cumulus clouds were forming and they looked angry.
I finished my sandwich, grabbed my book and retreated to my zero-gravity chair. It was mid-week, so the number of boats on the lake was at a minimum. As usual, I read for twenty minutes before my eyelids dropped.
I woke to the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs to my deck. It had grown dark. ‘How long had I been sleeping,’ I thought. I looked out over the lake. My flag was flapping briskly to a north wind. I realized that I hadn’t slept that long. It was dark because of the rain clouds moving in.
I looked over at Priya as her head rose above the deck level. She grinned when she saw me. I smiled back. She was wearing sandals, a pair of tan shorts and a coral colored tank top. Her nipples were hard and pushing at the top. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. Her top showcased her bronzed skin. I smiled as she came across the deck to take a chair beside mine. “We’re going to get a thunderstorm,” she said. I looked to the west again and nodded. She got out of her chair and bent down to give me a kiss. It was a passionate one and I gave her one back.