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(Rachel's P.O.V.)
I had gone upstairs to our bedroom, where Conan was resting. I opened the door and saw little Conan sleeping in our bed. I felt worried that he was this sick with the fever he had. I sat down on the bed and put my hand on Conan's forehead to see if he was feeling any better.
His forehead is a little less warmer, I thought.
Before I went to get my bathing suit, I grabbed the thermometer, which was on the bedside table. I placed the thermometer in Conan's left ear. When I took it out, his temperature read 100.9 degrees.
"Almost 101 degrees," I said to myself as I checked his other ear.
When I took the thermometer out of Conan's right ear, it read 100.4 degrees.
"100.4 degrees on this ear," I said to myself as I stood up.
"Mmm..." I heard Conan groan as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mommy?" Conan weakly said to me.
"Yes, Conan?" I said. "It's me, sweetheart."
I sat back down on the bed and leaned my hand closer to him and touched his cheek.
"Is my fever down?" Conan weakly asked me.
"Well, it's staying in triple-digits, sweetie," I said to our sick little boy. "I'm not sure how much longer you'll feel like this. Just continue to lie down more."
"Okay," Conan said as he tried to go back to sleep.
Conan, I wish I knew how much longer you're going to be like this, I thought as I stood up.
I watched as Conan started closing his eyes. As soon as he was fast asleep, I noticed that the covers were only up to his chest area. I grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled them up over his entire body... except for his head.
"You'll get better, sweetheart," I softly said to Conan, hoping he would hear it.
Afterwards, I turned to the dresser drawers and got out my bathing suit. I ended up grabbing my red one. I quietly exited the bedroom and tried to close the door as soft as possible. Just as I made my way to the bathroom, I noticed Jimmy coming up the stairs.
(Jimmy's P.O.V.)
"You going for your swim, Rachel?" I asked.
I saw her swimsuit draped around her left shoulder.
"Yeah," Rachel responded. "I just checked Conan's temperature and it's still in the 100 area."
"Do you suggest we leave him alone for awhile or do you still want me to look after him?" I asked.
Rachel thought about that for a bit. For the past couple of days, I had been looking after Conan because Rachel had still gone to work, even with Conan sick in bed. For that past 2 days, I had not minded one bit because once she came home from work, she would look after Conan and give me a chance to enjoy myself; fortunately, for the last two days, I hadn't been called on one case.
"Maybe you can watch over him for a little while longer, then maybe we should leave him alone for awhile," Rachel answered after she had thought it over.
"Okay, fine with me," I said.
I was perfectly fine with that. I didn't argue with Rachel one bit over that. I'd figured that I should watch over him for about 15 minutes more, then join Rachel if she was still out there. We both had our fair share over taking care of Conan ever since he got the fever after our day at the beach on Wednesday.
"I'll get to watching over him," I said to Rachel.
"Try to be quiet because he's sleeping again," Rachel said to me.
"Okay," I said as I went back to the bedroom.
Before I stepped in, I looked over my shoulder and saw Rachel just about stepping into the bathroom.
"Rachel?" I said to her just before she closed the bathroom door. "If you're still out at the pool, can I join you?" I asked.
"Of course, Jimmy," Rachel said to me. "But make sure Conan's fast asleep and you've watched over him long enough before you join me."
"Alright, I will," I said.
I heard Rachel close the bathroom door as I went into the bedroom to take care of Conan. I knew that once we were both finished outside, Rachel was going to watch over Conan.
(Rachel's P.O.V.)
After I had closed and locked the bathroom door, I had begun undressing myself. After removing all of my clothes, I put on my bathing suit, grabbed a towel and exited the bathroom. I still thought about Conan's fever as I walked outside to the pool. I was still uncertain about attending that dinner tonight.
"I should probably call Jenna up and tell her that I won't be coming because Conan's sick," I finally decided as I set my things down.
I believed that not going was the right choice. Even though Jimmy could watch over Conan while I was gone, I thought that it just wouldn't be right to attend a dinner when I have a son who's sick in bed with a fever.
"Man, did Conan get sick at the wrong time," I said to myself as I walked to the deep end of the pool.
I knew that a sickness was never timely, but what can you do? I tried to forget about those thoughts and focus on a little bit of fun. As soon as I was standing on the edge of the deep end of the pool, I bent down and looked at my water reflection. I began to adjust my legs until I was sitting on my knees like at a tea ceremony. I cupped my hands together and dipped them in the water. After raising them out of the water, I splashed the water on my chest. I did that one more time, then stood up on my feet.
"Maybe this swim will get my mind off of Conan's fever," I said to myself as I jumped into the pool.
After resurfacing, I wiped my face and began to swim underwater. After about a minute, I went up for air and continued to swim. Swimming in my own pool was pretty common for me -- almost every Monday, and Thursday, I would go for one 30-minute swim after work, and a swim for pleasure on the weekends; from around late November to mid-January, I would drive to a local fitness center and swim in their indoor swimming pool after work every Monday and Thursday because the weather was too cold for me to swim in my own pool at home; I didn't swim there on weekends because around that time period, the weekends were my rest time from work, shopping, Karate workouts, and swim sessions; besides, it didn't really matter if I went there on weekends or not -- every weekend, the fitness center I went to was closed.
"Ha ha, what fun!!" I said as I popped out of the water laughing.
I remembered doing that on the beach at St. Anne on the Knight Baron Mystery Tour. After I wiped my face, I heard the door open and went to see who it was. I figured it was Jimmy who was coming out, and sure enough, it was. He had come outside dressed in his blue swimshorts and had a towel draped around his shoulders.
"Oh good, you're still out here," Jimmy said after he set his stuff down.
"Yeah," I said as I swam to an edge of the pool. "How long did you watch over Conan?" I asked Jimmy.
"20 minutes," Jimmy responded.
"Is he sound asleep?" I asked.
"Mm-hmm," Jimmy responded, nodding his head up and down.
I waved my arm as if to say, "Well, come on in then."
(Jimmy's P.O.V.)
After Rachel gave me the okay to come and join her, I ran a bit and jumped into the pool, splashing her a little. After I resurfaced, I looked at Rachel. We leaned in closer and kissed each other on the lips.
"I'm glad you joined me, Jimmy," Rachel said to me. "I was waiting out here for awhile in case you were going to come out."
"Well, I appreciate that, Rach," I said, feeling very appreciative of what she did.
I went underwater and grabbed Rachel's legs. I pulled her underneath and we looked at each other. We began to play with each other. After about 2 minutes, Rachel and I both went up to the surface for air.
"That was pretty sneaky, Jimmy," Rachel said to me.
She held her breath and dove back underwater.
Uh oh, it's payback, I thought.
I held my breath in preparation for her to pull me underwater. I felt her hands on my ankles and then, her pull. Again, I was underwater with my wife. We came close to each other, hugged, and kissed each other underwater. Afterwards, we both went back up to the surface.
"I knew that was coming," I said to Rachel while breathing.
She didn't say anything back to me. She swam up to me and threw her arms around my shoulders. We started to hug each other again. I saw Rachel's hands moving down my arms and underwater. I thought she was going to grab my hands. Seconds later, I felt her grips from her hands on my hands.
"I feel like doing this with you," Rachel said to me.
We began to spin around holding each other's hands. We giggled and giggled while we did that. After about 5 spins, I felt a little dizzy. Sometimes when I joined Rachel for her swim for pleasure on the weekends, we did this. Then, I felt Rachel's thumbs inside the sides of my swimshorts.
"Uh, Rachel," I said to my wife. "Is there a reason to why I feel your thumbs inside the sides of my shorts?" I asked.
I thought she was going to attempt to take them off and leave me naked in the pool. If she was going to attempt to pull down my shorts, then I wished she was wearing a two-piece swimsuit instead of her normal one-pieces so I could give her a little payback by taking her top away and making her chase me to get it back. But then again, I would probably get a slap in the face from her when she got it back. She never attempted to take off my shorts before when I joined her on her weekend swims. This could be a first...
"Nope," Rachel answered with a smirk on her face. "I just have one thing to say to you."
"What?" I asked, looking clueless.
(Rachel's P.O.V.)
I began to pull down Jimmy's swimshorts. Inside, I kind of felt a little guilty.
Promise me you won't be mad, Jimmy, I thought.
"Catch me if you can!!" I said after I moved my fingers.
I pulled down his swimshorts and he fell backwards a bit. I saw him cover his nuts with his hands as he tried to get his swimshorts back.
"Rachel, give them back!!" Jimmy said to me.
"Stop," I said, holding my hand in front of him.
Jimmy stopped in front of me. He was still covering his nuts with his hands.
"I'm doing this, Jimmy, because of you being gone for so long and rarely calling me!!" I whispered to him.
I hoped that Conan was not awake and hearing this.
"Promise me you won't be mad, Jimmy," I whispered to him.
"Well, what kind of payback is that?" Jimmy seethed. "Now gimme my shorts back!! I promised you that I would never do that again!!"
Around once or twice in a while, I gave Jimmy a little crap about him being gone for so long.
"I still forgive you, Jimmy," I whispered to him. "Now, you have to catch me if you want them back." I said in my indoor voice, hoping that Conan would never try this if he was playing with boys or girls in a swimming pool.
I began to swim away holding Jimmy's swimshorts in my right hand. Very rarely we had a moment like that, or something like this for that matter. And this was also going to be the only time I would ever steal Jimmy's swimshorts from his body in the pool. I saw him swim after me in attempt to get his swimshorts back. I was going to make it easy for him to get them back anyway. After he missed me a couple of times, I stopped and made no attempt to escape. Finally, he caught me and I gave him his swimshorts back.
"About time," Jimmy said as he snatched his swimshorts from my hand.
I saw him put his swimshorts back on his body. Then, he looked at me as if to say "Why did you do that, Rachel?"
"I expect an explanation for this, Rachel," Jimmy said to me.
"I know you're angry for this," I said to him. "But just remember that I'll remind you about that about once or twice in a while."
(Jimmy's P.O.V.)
I knew Rachel was right about me being gone for so long and living with her and Richard. But I didn't expect she'd do something like that to me. She looked pretty guilty about it.
"Jimmy, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Rachel asked me sweetly.
"Of course, Rachel," I sweetly responded. "I forgive you."
We hugged each other tightly. Then, we both dipped ourselves underneath and resurfaced again.
"Well, I think that'll do it for me," Rachel said after wiping her face.
I saw her climb out of the pool sopping wet. Water was dripping from herself and her swimsuit.
"I guess that'll do it for me as well," I said.
I was about to climb out myself when I saw Rachel offering her hand to me. I figured it was as an "I'm sorry" thing for taking away my shorts from my body. I took her hand and she pulled me out. Water was dripping from my wet body and my wet shorts.
"I'm sorry again, Jimmy," Rachel said, clutching my body tightly.
"I forgive you, Rach," I said, doing the same thing to her.
After we released our embrace, Rachel and I grabbed our towels and dried off. When we finished drying off, we went inside and into the bathroom one at a time to change our clothes. After we changed, I went to go check on Conan. Fortunately, he was still lieing down in our bed, but he was awake.
"Oh, Conan, how long have you been awake?" I asked after I came in.
"I just woke up about a minute ago, Daddy," Conan answered.
"Alright, Mommy's gonna watch over you now," I said to Conan.
I saw Rachel step in and she began to watch over him. Then, I closed the door and went downstairs to make myself some lunch.
(Conan's P.O.V.)
After Daddy left the bedroom, Mommy went to go sit on the rocking chair and watch over me. I had the TV on and I was watching some cartoons. I looked over at Mommy and saw her reading some kind of paper-like book.
"Mommy, what are you reading?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm reading a home tips magazine, Conan," Mommy answered.
I saw her put her magazine down and she got out the thermometer. She placed it in my left ear to check my temperature.
"Well, you're temperature's at 100 degrees flat, Conan," Mommy said to me.
She moved to the other side of the bed to check my other ear. After she took the thermometer out of my ear, she looked at it.
"100 degrees flat on this ear, too," Mommy said to me. "Well, Conan, you look like you're getting better and that's good."
I remembered Mommy telling me about her dinner she had to attend.
"Are you going to your dinner tonight?" I asked her.
"Well, if your temperature goes down between 93 and 98.9 degrees, I might go; if your temperature is 99 degrees or higher, I'm not going," Mommy answered.
I saw her pick up the phone.
"Who are you calling, Mommy?" I asked.
"My boss," Mommy responded. "To let her know my arrival is now in question because of your fever."
I felt a little bad about it.
"Mommy, if you don't get to go, is it my fault?" I asked.
She hung up the phone and laughed.
"Oh, Conan, you silly boy, of course it won't be your fault," Mommy said through a few laughs. "It was just something that we can't really help."
(Rachel's P.O.V.)
I couldn't help laughing when Conan asked if it was his fault if I wasn't able to go to the dinner. I picked up the receiver again and started punching in the numbers to Jenna's home phone, in the hopes that she hadn't left her house yet. I looked at the clock and it was only 1 p.m. Normally, my workplace closed at 6 p.m. The dinner was six hours from now. After 3 rings, I heard someone pick up on the other end.
"Hello?" I heard Jenna's voice over the other end.
"Hi, Jenna, this is Rachel," I said, just letting her know who was calling. "I just thought I'd call to let you know that my appearance tonight is in question."
"Why? What's going on, Rachel?" Jenna asked, sounding concerned.
"My son is sick in bed with a fever of 100 degrees even," I answered.
Jenna and my co-workers knew that I had been a mother for the last month and change.
"So, how will I know if you'll show up or not?" Jenna asked.
"I told my son, Conan if his temperature drops down between 93 and 98.9 degrees, I'd go, but if his temperature is ninety-nine or higher, then I'd stay home and take care of him," I explained.
"Okay," Jenna started saying to me. "Call me back at a quarter to 6 and let me know what your son's temperature is, and then I'll know whether or not you're going to the dinner."
"Alright," I said, looking serious about it.
After we hung up on both ends, I saw Jimmy come in with a pack of Ramen noodles.
"Want some lunch, Rachel?" Jimmy asked. "I'm sure you do, after that swim we did."
I accepted the noodles and put them on a TV tray that I kept next to the dressers in the lower right corner of the bedroom after you opened the door. Jimmy even brought a pair of chopsticks along with the noodles.
"You want something, Conan?" Jimmy asked Conan.
"Bologna sandwich," Conan responded.
Before Jimmy left, he leaned in close to say something to me.
"By the way, Serena's on the phone," Jimmy said to me.
I was surprised -- why would Serena call me up? I picked up the phone to answer Serena's call.
(Jimmy's P.O.V.)
While Rachel tended to Serena's call, I went back down to the kitchen to make Conan's bologna sandwich. After I fried the bologna, I put it on a piece of bread and put another piece of bread on top of that. Afterwards, I got a breadknife and cut the sandwich in a straight horizontal line. I put both halves of the sandwich on a plate and got out a can of orange juice from the fridge. I took both of them up to the room to give to Conan.
I hope he's hungry, I thought as I came up to the room.
When I arrived in, Rachel was already off the phone with Serena, and Conan was now sitting on the floor. We had a rule for Conan and ourselves to not eat on the bed.
"What did Serena want?" I asked after I handed Conan his sandwich and orange juice.
"Both Mathew and her wanted to know how Conan was coming along with his fever," Rachel responded. "They even offered to take care of Conan if I was going to the dinner."
I knew it was only a friendly offer to give me and Rachel a break from taking care of him. I knew we both took turns in watching over Conan, and left him alone on occasions, but we hadn't thought of leaving him with Serena and Mathew, even if it was a short drive there.
"Yeah, why don't we do that," I finally decided.
I could use a little more time away from taking care of Conan, but I also knew that would only happen if Rachel goes to her dinner.
Four hours later, after another swim in the pool together, I saw Rachel get the thermometer to take Conan's temperature again. She was still in regular clothes, even if her departure to her dinner was still in question.
"Are you taking his temperature before you leave?" I asked.
"Not especially," Rachel responded. "Conan's temperature will determine if I have to go to the dinner or stay here at home and take care of him."
"What's the requirements you made?" I asked.
"If his temperature is between 93 and 98.9, I'm going," Rachel responded. "If it's ninety-nine or higher, I'm staying home and taking care of him."
I watched as she inserted the thermometer into Conan's ear.
"98.6," I heard Rachel say as she went to check the other ear.
My chances were looking good!!
"98.4," I heard Rachel say as she put the thermometer away. "Looks like I'm going after all."
I watched as she got on the phone to call her boss. Now this was a once-in-a-while opportunity -- me with the whole house all to myself. Normally, Rachel had the house all to herself because of all the cases I got called on.
"How do you feel, Conan?" I asked our little boy.
"I feel a little better," Conan responded.
I felt his forehead and it was still relatively warm. I told him to change his clothes since he was going down to Serena's and Mathew's place just to rest. He left our bedroom for his own room to change. Rachel in the meanwhile was already jumping in the shower to get ready for her dinner. She was going to drive Conan to Serena's and Mathew's, and then to the dinner -- I had to pick him up and bring him back home by 9:15 p.m. I found out she was going to leave after she finished her shower.
After her shower was done, she grabbed Conan and I helped him get into her car.
"See you later, you lucky dog, you," Rachel said to me after she started the car.
"Yeah, how often does something like this happen to me?" I said to her.
We chuckled a little and kissed each other good-bye. After she drove away, I sighed to myself.
Well, guess I can focus on some more fun, I thought as I walked back in the house.
The only bad thing about having the house all to myself was the fact that I had to eat dinner alone. Other than that, I could do whatever I wanted, but without Rachel or any other female companion for that matter, even if she was the only woman for me. I looked outside at the pool again, then looked at my clothes. I decided to get one more swim in before the sun went down. I went back upstairs to the bathroom. Since I was the only one in the house for the time being, I decided to leave the bathroom door open. I began to undress myself until I was left totally bare. I grabbed my same blue shorts and a towel and left the bathroom. I grabbed a cordless phone out of the bedroom and went outside to the pool for the last time today... possibly.
I can't remember if there's ever been a time where I swam more than Rachel in one day, I thought as I walked to the deep end of the pool.
I dipped my toe in the water, and it felt a little cold. No matter, I was going to jump in anyway. I took a few steps back, got a running start, and leaped into the pool. Swimming was fun, but it felt different alone; believe it or not, I think this was the very first time I ever swam alone since Rachel and I got married. After resurfacing, I felt a little strange inside. I couldn't really get over Rachel stealing my shorts when we went for our first swim this morning. Once or twice in a while, she gave me crap about me being gone for so long.
I can't believe she left me naked in a swimming pool, I thought.
"That felt weird," I said, clutching my shorts.
But clutching the shorts made me think about it a little more, and it made me feel a little more uneasy inside me. I tried to erase that embarrassing moment out of my head and just continue swimming. The only advantage to swimming alone was that there were only two ways I could lose my swimshorts in the pool: the water pressure pushing them down from me jumping underneath, and me pulling them down myself. I began swimming away back and forth like a fish, with some hopes that Inspector Meguire would call me for a case which could help me getting over earlier today. If I finished my swim and there was no call from Meguire, I was going to pick up some dinner.
I swam until seven that night and there was still no call from Meguire. After I climbed out of the pool, I grabbed my towel and dried off. After I finished, I wrapped my towel around my waist, grabbed the phone and went inside the house.
"What should I have for dinner?" I asked myself.
Before I could make a decision, I needed to change. After coming upstairs and still only wearing a towel, I looked left at the bathroom, and right at our bedroom. I decided to go to the bedroom. I untied my towel and let it fall to the floor. I pulled down my wet shorts and tossed them on top of my towel. I looked around the room for my same clothes, but couldn't find them. Suddenly, something struck me right in the head: I left my clothes in the bathroom!! I picked up my shorts and towel and headed to the bathroom.
After changing my clothes, I got out some money from my pocket and thought about what to eat for dinner and where to get it. I grabbed my cell phone and car keys and went outside to my car. I hopped in, started it up, and drove away from the house to find some place where I wanted to eat. After 15 minutes of driving around, I finally decided on some burgers from a nearby diner I saw about 5 minutes ago. I looked for an intersection where a U-turn was allowed and found one a couple minutes later.
After I made the U-turn, I entered the parking lot of the diner and looked for some parking. After I found a spot, I shut off the car, locked it, and went inside to eat. I ended up ordering a deluxe hamburger with no lettuce and a medium soda. When I finished my burger and soda, I left some money on the table and went outside to my car. I looked at my watch and it was only a little after 8 p.m. I had just over an hour and change before I had to pick up Conan from Serena's and Mathew's. I got in my car and decided to head back home for awhile.
Man, having the house to myself sure feels different, I thought while I focused on the road.
I thought about what to do for the next hour and change. I could go out to the pool again, or just lie in bed and watch TV while waiting for a call from Meguire. I couldn't really think of what to do; doing things alone wasn't as fun when I was doing that particular thing with Rachel. I had a limited amount of things to do now. The day was over, night had come, and less than 4 hours remained in today. After 9 minutes, I was finally back home.
"Whew, that was a good dinner," I said as I got out of the car.
I took my house key out of my pocket, placed it in the keyhole, and turned it sideways. The door unlocked and I stepped into the house. I looked at my watch and it was 8:07 p.m. At about 9:00, I was going to pick up Conan. I went upstairs to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I got up and looked out the window at the night sky. Then, my right eye shifted from up at the night sky, down to the pool again.
Should I swim again? I thought.
I looked at my watch and it was already 8:15. I knew I could get at least one more swim in before the day was done. I didn't have to pick up Conan for another 45 minutes. I headed to the bathroom to check my shorts. When I put a few fingers on them, some parts were still wet.
Maybe I should swim one more time, I thought.
Normally, I only swam once or twice in one day, whether it was a weekday or the weekend; today, if I went out there, this would mark my 5th swim in one day! I began to undress myself again. When all my clothes were off my body, I grabbed my shorts and put them on one last time. I grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool for the very last time today. All of the food I ate earlier tonight had gone down my stomach completely. This was like me planning a nighttime swim, but without Rachel.
After I stepped outside, I flipped on a light switch. The light switch I flipped, turned on a light I wanted installed with the pool. After setting down my towel and cordless phone, I got ready for my final swim of the day. I ran a bit and jumped back into the water. After resurfacing, I floated in the pool for a bit.
Maybe Rachel and I should do this again later this week... maybe even tomorrow, I thought as I dove underwater.
I began swimming underwater for as long as I could. After a total of five minutes underneath, I went back up for air. After resurfacing, I started breathing and breathing like I had just finished a grueling marathon. I began to do some backstrokes while swimming like an eel. I wasn't trying to get my shorts to fall down, I just felt like swimming like that. Swimming was fun, but not as fun with Rachel. Then, I thought of something.
"What time is it?" I asked myself as I climbed out of the pool.
Water was dripping from my wet body and shorts. After drying my hands, I grabbed my watch and looked at the time. It read 8:39 p.m. I decided to swim a little while longer. I walked back to the pool, and jumped back in. After 15 more minutes of swimming, I decided to end my swim.
"I better go pick up Conan," I said as I climbed out of the pool.
After drying off, I went inside and changed. Then, I grabbed my car keys and went outside to my car. After getting on the road, I started driving to Serena's and Mathew's to pick up Conan. When I arrived to pick him up, Mathew had brought him out on his back because he had fallen asleep earlier. I asked Serena if he had a bath and she said that he did. After leaving for home, I got out and unbuckled Conan out of his booster seat. He was still sound asleep, so I had to carry him into the house. I carried him upstairs to his room, changed his clothes, and tucked him in. After I left, I went back into the bathroom to take care of my shower. I came out 10 minutes later dressed in my light green sleepclothes.
Two hours later, I heard Rachel's car pull into the driveway. I went to the front door to tend to her.
"So, how was it?" I asked Rachel.
"The dinner was awesome," She responded. "But I feel tired."
(Rachel's P.O.V.)
I started to yawn.
"Let me get you in," Jimmy said to me.
"Uh, no, Jimmy, I--" I started to say.
"I insist," He said to me.
I wanted to finish my sentence, but Jimmy wouldn't take no for an answer. He picked me up and carried me in his arms up to his room, even though I wasn't in my sleepclothes. After he carried me into the bedroom, he placed me on the bed. Then, I sat back up.
"Jimmy, I'm not in my sleepclothes," I said to him.
"I know," Jimmy responded.
He instantly hugged me and tackled me down. Suddenly, I had an idea that I hoped Jimmy would approve of.
"Jimmy," I said softly to my husband. "Care to sleep with our clothes off?"
"S-S-Sure," Jimmy responded.
I pushed the straps of my long red dress down my arms, letting it fall to my waist. After lifting myself up and pushing them down my body, I was left in my white bra and panties. When I looked at Jimmy, he was already in his boxers. He was about to remove them before I stopped him.
"Leave them on, Jimmy," I said. "This was the farthest I was going."
After we placed the blanket over our bodies, we kissed each other good night and dozed off to sleep.
End of chapter.
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