3 - First Sports, Then Sex

{ The Night After }

"Ray? Where the hell have you been?" Debra demanded as Ray entered through the door of their home. It was now close to midnight.

"Oh, I just had to drop Jodi off cause she stayed so late. She's all the way out in Suffolk County, you know," Ray answered as he sat down next to Debra on the couch.

Debra was confused. "Stayed so late where?"

"Oh, in the office watching the Knicks game with me. Its for my next column and she really helped me come up with a great angle for the article. She's just great. You know, I think-- I think she's the only woman I've ever met with a real love for the game. We work really well together," Ray said happily.

"Wow sounds like you had fun," Debra said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I did," Ray replied sincerely. If she were trying to drop him a hint, he wasn't aware of it. "It's so nice to have fun working and really accomplish something."

"'Really accomplish something', you sound like some kind of motivational speaker. Your scaring me," Debra replied. She looked away and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, you are always telling me I need to be more motivated," Ray replied innocently.

"Well, yeah but I meant at home. Like you know- pick up your laundry, do some dishes, not sit on your ass and watch sports all weekend," Debra said with a rising voice. She didn't appreciate the fact that his assistant could change his attitude so dramatically and quickly.

"Come on..."

She sat up and looked at him. "You don't think its strange that you've probably spent more time talking to Jodi today than you have with me in the whole week?"

Ray laughed. "Yeah but all you do is complain anyways..."

Sighing, she muttered, "You don't know anything about women, do you Ray?"

"You know I was actually talking about that with Jodi, tonight. She's so easy to talk to. Anyway she was giving me some advice about how I could...." Ray began.

If Debra had to hear one more thing about Jodi and her wonderfulness, she was going to explode. The thought of Ray spending so much time with his assistant aggravated her to no end. And there was no way she could put up with her husband taking advice about women from a stranger.

Raymond generally tended to have a one-track mind, as Debra was fully aware. But she knew exactly what would derail him.

As he continued to rave on endlessly about Jodi, Debra climbed over and straddled him, then leaned in with a big kiss on the lips. After they pulled back he breathed, "Woah, what was that for?"

Debra wiped her lips. "Well, we could talk about it down here, or we could go upstairs..."

"Upstairs, definitely upstairs!" he responded quickly, his hormones already taking over. Grabbing his wife by the hand he bounded up the stairs practically running. "This is great! And its not even my birthday!" Ray exclaimed before the two disappeared up the stairs.

Once again, Debra had successfully lured him with her sex.


Ray sank into his bed and moaned with contentment. "Wo-oo-ow. That was something else. Watchin' the Knicks game with Jodi, then sex with my wife. I think I'm in heaven."

Debra was about to drift off in his arms when she heard his comment. "What the hell is supposed to mean?" she replied icilly, glaring right at her husband. She couldn't believe that he was so dense as to bring up his assistant again during post-coitus.

Ray stuttered cluelessly, "Wh-what?"

"You know what you said!"

"Come on, thats not what I meant. It was a compliment!" protested Ray.

She sat up and shook her head. "So I should be GLAD that you enjoy watching sports with some busty babe as much as you do sleeping with your wife?"

"Hey-- when did I say that? Look, I enjoyed watching a basketball game with someone I can actually talk to, thats all! You know Dad and Robert... they just kind of sit there, Dad unbuckles his pants, Robert uses the cashews and walnuts to keep score. But Jodi knows a lot about sports, so she was fun to talk to. I had a great night altogether, whats wrong with that?"

"I guess we'll be seeing more of HER every time we have sex, then, right Ray? I'm just here to round off your 'perfect' night!" exclaimed Debra as she threw her hands up in the air wildly.

Ray frowned. "I don't know whats wrong with you tonight! You seem to have a grim assessment of things. Well they say couples shouldn't go to bed mad, but since you don't seem to be helping, I'll just sleep on the couch tonight!"

As he stormed out the room, Debra's eyes remained fixated on the doorway, filled with discontent and mixed emotions.