Jordie jumped on Glen first thing in the morning, shouting his enthusiasm that his father was there. That wake-up call made Glen's day.Cherish rolled over, smiling at both of them as she snuggled into her pillow. "Do we really have to go to work?" she asked. "Let's just call out. Take a day to ourselves."Glen chuckled as he leaned over, kissing her nose. "You just started yesterday," he reminded her. "Do you really think you should call out already?""You are no fun," Cherish sighed as she rolled back over onto her back, arms out at her sides as she stared up at the ceiling.He snuggled closer to her. "That's not what you said last night."Her eyes popped open, wide, as she glanced down at Jordie. "Glen!" She took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Jordie, go get dressed for preschool while I fix you some breakfast."Glen chuckled as he moved to slide out of bed, watching Jordie race off to his room. When he stood, Glen turned back to Cherish, his expression turning serious. "Last nig
Glen pulled into the parking lot in front of the main building, staring up at the front door. This is where Cherish cheated on him. For how long it went on, he didn't know, but it happened. Glen wondered how many inside the building knew what Cherish did. He took a deep breath. He really didn't want to go inside, but what choice did he have if he wanted to talk to Faith? God, this sucks.He shoved his car door open and made his way out into the early morning sun, already rethinking his idea. Once inside, he walked up to the receptionist desk, a small woman with tits that were far from natural glanced up at him, her smile syrupy and very fake. "May I help you?""Yes. Is Faith here today? I'm her brother-in-law and hoped to have a word with her." He leaned on the wall in front of the woman's desk as he gazed down at her, doing his best not to glance at her breasts, but he found it hard since they were like right there, really right there.She smiled up at him. "Faith actually just got he
Cherish walked into work already dreading her day ahead. She could see the mountain of files stacked on her desk she still had to sort through, a chaotic system left over from a woman who couldn't organize a cabinet with only two cups in it. Cherish sighed, regretting for the hundredth time quitting Rutherford Construction.As she walked through the showroom, Bernie waved hello and his wife, Mary, just glared at Cherish. Cherish walked by, rolling her eyes as she moved behind the main counter to the back room, shoving her way through the swinging door into the back of the building toward her office. She wasn't sure how she would get Mary to lighten up, considering what the woman possibly heard from the gossip system that was the construction world. Of course, Cherish wasn't sure she wanted to deal with it, either."Cherish?" a voice called out to her from the loading dock opposite the offices.Turning, she noticed Jed Jorrell from the Rutherford offices standing on the dock, hands on h
Glen helped Cherish clear the table as he sent Jordie to watch TV. Cherish had been smiling, but unusually quiet throughout dinner. She promised him nothing was wrong, but that she just had a lot on her mind. He worried that last night had not been enough for her, and she had second thoughts about the direction they traveled.As they washed dishes together, though, she grinned over at him. "I had a visitor when I came home today," she said as she handed him a plate to dry. "Aubrey stopped over to make sure I knew she saw us."Glen laughed, the redness warming his cheeks. "I figured she would pop by sooner or later after I saw her in the window." He glanced up at Cherish, a sheepish look on his face. "Did she razz you too much?""Oh, she made me give her every little gritty detail of our evening," Cherish said with a laugh. "The woman is a perv of the highest degree."He walked over to Cherish and kissed her on the cheek. "So are you. No wonder the two of you get along so well."Cherish
Cherish slid onto the bench around the concrete table at The Burger Inn, a drive-up burger joint that has been around since her parents were teenagers. Luckily, the April weather was still cool enough to make eating outdoors bearable or Cherish would have insisted on someplace else to meet her mother for a midweek lunch. Of course, with the sour look on Valerie Driscoll's face, Cherish wished she had picked a better lunch companion as well. "If you weren't in the mood to go to lunch, why didn't you call and tell me?" Cherish asked as she stabbed her Diet Coke with a straw. "It's not like I don't have a ton of crap to do."Her mother stiffened at the rebuke as she dumped another two sugars on top of her already sweetened iced tea. "Well, pardon me for wanting to discuss the rest of the preparations for my grandson's birthday. I thought you would want everything finalized before his birthday arrives, so we were on the same page." Cherish fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I always enjoy
Glen slid into the booth at Royal Chef, his back sore from where he spent the last two hours pounding in two-by-sixes to construct a longer pier for some cranky old man who stood at the edge of his property, criticizing everything Brent and Glen did. Glen ordered a Coke, but he really wanted a stiff drink. "That man was a total asshat," he said as he shoved his straw into his drink. "I swear, by the time we finished, I was ready to toss his ass into the river myself."Brent chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, he was pretty full of himself. He had an opinion for everything, including telling us we used the wrong type of hammer."Glen fell back into the booth, sighing. "I was ready to hammer him."Rachel stepped up to the side of their booth, reaching into her apron for her notepad. "You two look more beaten than usual," she said as she poised her pen over her pad, ready to take their order. "Too much sun out there?"Brent shook his head. "Too much wind in the form of a crotchety old man. Some peo
Over the next two days, things simmered down, and Glen and Cherish slid back into a normal routine, a familiar routine, a routine that scared Glen, actually. He pulled into his driveway Friday evening after work, knowing he couldn't permit more time to pass before he talked to Cherish about how to proceed. If they just allowed things to return to the way they were, they would wind up back in the same situation, with Cherish becoming frustrated and cheating on him again. As much as it was Cherish's responsibility to keep her legs closed, it was his to make sure she remained satisfied. Tonight, he had to figure out how to do that. When he walked into the house, Cherish had already changed into what she called lounging pants, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he scanned her choice of attire. A pair of his old pajama pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a gray pair of socks. She looked...comfortable.Walking over to the fridge, he pulled
Over the next two days, things simmered down, and Glen and Cherish slid back into a normal routine, a familiar routine, a routine that scared Glen, actually. He pulled into his driveway Friday evening after work, knowing he couldn't permit more time to pass before he talked to Cherish about how to proceed. If they just allowed things to return to the way they were, they would wind up back in the same situation, with Cherish becoming frustrated and cheating on him again. As much as it was Cherish's responsibility to keep her legs closed, it was his to make sure she remained satisfied. Tonight, he had to figure out how to do that. When he walked into the house, Cherish had already changed into what she called lounging pants, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a beer in her hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her as he scanned her choice of attire. A pair of his old pajama pants, a baggy T-shirt, and a gray pair of socks. She looked...comfortable.Walking over to the fridge, he pulled