Chapter 63

“Yes.”

“Get me some, would you?”

She simply nodded her head and headed back to the kitchen to heed his words. His eyes traveled back with her to the kitchen and he looked back at me expectantly waiting on me to answer his question.

“So? Have you hit that?”

“No,” I answered flatly. “I do not fraternize with the help.” “Have you seen the curves on that girl? Damn!”

I had seen the curves on her, who hadn’t? Jocelyn (my wife) had felt threatened by her a few times that she would always resize her uniforms.

She walked back into the living room with both crackers and nuts on the same tray and placed them before him.

“Anything else sir?” she asked innocently. “No, thank you dear.”

His eyes ogled after her when she walked away and I could literally see the drool sipping from the side of his mouth.

“You are not okay in the head.”

“Are you just figuring that out?” he asked with a strange giggle escaping his throat.

I let out a