What did happen was that Tamara went into the bathroom right after we got inside, and came back out with her bra in her hand just a minute later. She sighed happily and spoke to my wife. "That feels so much better. I swear, I hate wearing these things."
Fuck! Just shoot me now!
I turned to my wife and shook my head helplessly. She actually snorted trying to contain her laugh. I took Tamara's suitcases into the guest room we had prepared for her, leaving it up to Cathy to give her the tour of the house. While they were doing that, I retreated to my home office and checked my e-mail. I had some work stuff there, which was good. It meant that I could work from home—barricading myself in this room if I needed to.
I gave an involuntary little jump in my office chair when the door opened behi
