Barely twenty hours earlier I had been gingerly shuffling through slush and ice at the entrance to the terminal at Heathrow airport my plane was leaving from. It would take some time to acclimatise to ninety-percent humidity and temperatures barely dipping below 30°C.When I arrived, the house looked a little ramshackle, though charming enough to make a four-day stay there seem like it would pass by pleasantly. I knocked at the front door but no one answered. So I went around the side to the back garden to find that Leandro was already hard at work on the churrasco, and, as his bear boyfriend, Alex took great delight in sarcastically quipping, he already had a sausage ready waiting for me.Leandro was a thirty-year-old man mountain, almost six-foot-five and pretty stacked from the time he spent pumping weights at the gym. Alex was more a foothill than a man mountain. He had short dark hair, an impeccably trimmed beard and the classic hairy body of a finely maturing bear a few years in. Her eyes were almost glazed over. Images of what must have transpired in the house passed through her mind.Colleen walked with them to the front door, right behind Ethan. When they were out of sight of the girls she put her hand on his ass.“I hope you’ll come back,” she whispered in Ethan’s ear. “I might want to move that furniture again.”“If you ever want anything moved, just ask me,” he said. She smiled at him as they went out the door. Ethan and Casey’s Mom got in her car and drove away. Casey and Kiva watched from Kiva’s bedroom window.“He’s so cute,” Kiva said.Casey sighed. The glass in front if her fogged up. “I know.”It was Tuesday afternoon. Ethan walked up the front walk to the door of Kiva’s house. There was no car in the driveway. That was a good sign. He was sure Colleen’s husband would not be too thrilled to know that he was coming over to have sex with his wife. He knocked and waited, watching the neighborhood.The door opened and he turned back, expecting to see.
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