Free Killing Them Softly by Roy Glenn Page A

we’ll just look at each other. The next thing you know, we’re naked and into it. And it didn’t matter where we were or what was going on around us. We’d do it anywhere.
    But it wasn’t just our sex life. It was much more than that. We shared everything. We’d talk all the time. We used to talk to each other at least ten times a day, mostly about nothing. I’d think about her and I’d just call, or something would happen to her at work, and she’d just have to tell me all about it.
    "I called Ike when you said we had to work late. You know what he said?" Sandra said, snapping me back to reality.
    "I’m afraid to ask."
    "Did you cook? That’s all he had to say. Not what time will you be home? Not I’ll miss you. Not I’ll wait up for you. Just wanted to know about some fuckin’ food. Like it didn’t matter whether I was there or not. You’re going home to a woman who loves you, and to get fucked. But me, NOT! No; not me. I might as well sleep on the couch. We barely have sex anymore, and when we do—after I beg, I should say—it’s so mechanical."
    I didn’t comment on that one, because at that point, mechanical sex with Taye would be a step up for us.
    "Devin, most nights we just go to sleep. No touching, no kissin’, just sleep. And when he does give me what I call ‘a mercy fuck’, it’s like he’s running a race or something. Like he’s in a hurry to get it over with. And when he’s done, that’s it. No regard whatsoever for me. He doesn’t care whether I get mine or not. It’s very frustrating."
    "Maybe you should try making it more exciting for him. Wear something sexy. Tempt him, tease him; make him want you."
    "Been there, done that. Something sexy, huh? If you only knew, Devin." She laughed. "If you only knew. . . ."
    I laughed. I didn’t know why, but I laughed. "If I only knew what, Sandra?"
    She walked back to the chair and sat down. Then, she smiled at me. "If you only knew what I had on under these jeans and this blouse."
    "What?"
    "Let’s just say its black and lacy."
    "Oooh."
    "I like wearing lingerie. I got tons of it. Victoria’s Secret, Frederick’s of Hollywood, all that. I love it."
    "Oh, really." I never thought she went for stuff like that. She always seemed so plain; dressed in pants every day. I seemed to remember her having nice legs when I hired her, but that was the last time I saw them. I guess you never really know.
    "Does that surprise you? Never mind. I can tell by that look in your eyes. You didn’t think I was the sexy lingerie type. Well, I am, big time."
    "He doesn’t like you in it?"
    "He used to. I guess it got old, common. You know what I mean?"
    "Try something else."
    "What do you have in mind? I’ve tried everything I can think of."
    "Like what?" Now I was curious. Just how far had she gone? Sandra was an attractive woman. A little on the bony side for my personal taste, but attractive. You wouldn’t think she’d have to go through no whole group of changes just to get her freak on. But what did I know.
    "Tell me something; if you came home, and you found the house lit with candles and a trail of Taye’s clothes leading into the bedroom, would you follow it?"
    "Yeah; ’cause I’d know that she was waiting for me at the other end of the trail. Why, didn’t he?"
    "Devin, I’m laying in the bed, butt naked. I got incense burning and soft music playing to set the mood. I hear the door open and close. I spread my legs and I waited, and waited. Next thing I know, the TV is on and I hear that guy yelling, ‘Let’s get ready to rumble!’"
    "Hey, you just picked the wrong night. Men take fight night very seriously."
    "I know that. It’s a man thing, right?" She smiled a fake smile.
    "Right." I smiled back. "Who was fighting?"
    "That’s what pissed me off. It was some old fight on ESPN Classic. It was that bald guy, umm, Marvin Hagler, and some guy with a bad Jheri curl."
    "Hey, I think I might’ve had to pass, too. That guy with the curl was