Peggy dressed quickly in a green tank top and shorts and looked in the mirror. Act natural, she thought, just be normal, he will never know. She smoothed her shorts and puffed her hair up once more before leaving the room.
"Hank, what are you doing home so soon?" Peggy asked as she walked past the guest bathroom, noticing Hank pouring some antiseptic onto a couple cotton balls. Hank was startled and stood quickly.
"Well I came home for lunch and on the way in I ran into Bobby's new tutor," He turned to face her, trying not to make eye contact. He didn't want her to know that he knew she was having an affair with his closest friend. "Peggy, why didn't you tell me that she was coming here? I come home and she's perched on our door step, I nearly killed the girl when I ran into her," He pushed past Peggy.
"Why do you need bandages? What did you do to her?" Peggy grabbed the cotton balls and looked at Hank expectantly.
"I didn't do anything, we just bumped into each other and she fell down," Hank said as he took the kit back and held it tightly as though it was a football he was running for a winning touchdown.
"I'm sorry Hank, but it slipped my mind, to be honest. I mean I have been busy writing for the bystander and racking my brains for a new point. Now where is she? I need to meet her," Peggy crossed her arms, the agitation in her voice was very apparent. Hank couldn't believe how she was acting. How could she look at him in the face after breaking the sacred bonds of their marriage and in the bed they had shared for twenty years? He was in complete disgust.
"She's in the den changing," Hank walked to the door and knocked. "Kate, are you decent?"He asked. She had just finished dressing in a pair of black slacks and a short sleeved button up blouse. Her hair was down and pulled halfway up into a clip and she looked even better this way. Like a professional adult. It pleased her to make a good impression on people and Hank seemed as though he was the most important person to please. She would make him very proud of his son.
"Yes sir, you may come in now," she stood with her hands placed gently in front of her and walked to the door to meet the two parents. "Oh, Mrs. Hill, I presume?" She put her hand out for Peggy to take. Peggy took it graciously and shook as though she might never see this girl again. Hank watched Kate smile and wink at him. His heart skipped a beat and he needed to sit down.
"Oh Ms. Kate, it really is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have been looking forward to this day since we last spoke on the phone. I see you have met my husband," Peggy pointed to her wound and rolled her eyes at Hank who sat in the chair across the room looking a bit sheepish. Kate giggled.
"Yes, yes I have met him. He's quite the man," she smiled widely and handed Peggy a resume'. "Here is a copy of my paper work for your review."
"I have to tell you, I have been so excited to work with a fellow teacher in helping my son. I have already written up a curriculum and lesson plan," Peggy rubbed her hands together. Hank couldn't wait to watch her get shot down by a real teacher, but he was wrong.
"Mrs. Hill, I would love to see your lesson plan and maybe I can collaborate with you on some things," Hank was impressed with the way she handled the situation when in fact he knew she was not interested in the slightest.
"You really are a jewel! I'm going to go to the market and get some groceries so we can celebrate your arrival. Is there anything you'd like, sweetheart?" Peggy asked.
"If you are as good of a cook as you are a teacher, I'm sure you can make an amazing meal on your own, ma'am. I really am not that picky," Peggy blushed and headed out the door.
"Thank you. At least someone acknowledges my great smarts," Peggy cast a mean glance at Hank who looked away. Kate sat on the bed and sighed. Hank cleared his throat and opened a bandage.
"Here let me fix you up," he crossed over to the bed where she sat. "I'm sorry about my wife. She's very pushy when it comes to her teaching career," Kate smiled and turned her arm over for Hank to apply the antibiotic ointment.
"No, Mr. Hill, I love the fact that she wants to be involved. It gives me a path to work with and improve. Most parents don't care about what goes on with their children, all they care about is getting there hour for twenty five dollars. They don't want to be involved with the labor intensive practices, so it really is a breath of fresh air. Ouch!" She gasped as he rubbed her wound with an alcohol pad.
"Sorry," He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right," Hank blew softly on the flesh of her elbow and looked up at her. Her head gently lulled back revealing her soft throat to Hank. It looked absolutely delicious and the thought past his mind about kissing it and suckling the flesh into red passion marks.
"That feels so much better, thank you," she watched him put a little band aid over the mark.
"No problem. Now come on, let me show you the rest of the house." She flattened her top in the front where it had bunched and stood gracefully, her shapely body gliding behind him as she wrapped her tiny little fingers around his forearm and followed. His heart was banging loudly in his chest as her soft touch washed warmth all over his torso causing him to be almost short of breath. What was this inside of him he was feeling? Something he hadn't felt in a long time? This attraction was so strong it had him in the heart as well. How was he going to handle this dainty little goddess living in his house?
"So how long are you planning on staying here in Arlen?" He asked as he showed her the living room and sat down with her on the sofa.
"Well, I've actually planned a semester of material focusing mainly on his weakest areas which include science, math and English, but I also want to include a little bit of extracurricular activities, such as foreign language. I'll let him chose from German, French, Spanish or Italian. I also hear he is a hefty boy, correct?" she asked openly. Hank chuckled deeply and leaned back on the sofa.
"You got that right. He's not very active. You know kids these days, videa games and junk food. I just feel like if the boy found an activity he was good at he could really excel but unfortunately I think he's not been given an opportunity," Hank hung his arm over the side of the sofa. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
"I plan on getting him fit and active! I played softball, soccer and ran track in high school and in college. I was also involved in air force ROTC," she was perfect, Hank thought. Everything about her was a dream from her slim waistline to her thoughts on his son.
"I think that is a great idea and I hope you can get it to work out for you, but Bobby is different than other kids. He's… Well… He's just not right sometimes. He loves flowers and joking around when he should be serious. He's a strange boy and I'm sure Mrs. Hill didn't tell you that, but I have to be honest if you are going to evaluate him and such," She placed a warm hand on his forearm.
"Mr. Hill, Don't worry about your son. Everything he is doing is absolutely normal. He is simply testing his limits. Times are different and things that were normal for your generation are most certainly not normal in this one. I know you know this, so I am not lecturing one bit, but the things that may have interested you as a child, may not be the things he loves and in turn if you try to force it upon him, he will of course, resist as hard as possible," she looked at Hank with sympathy in her eyes. "I see this all the time. All Bobby needs is an outsider's influence, because you know kids, parents are not cool at all!" She laughed, but her hand continued to rest on Hank's forearm. Hank looked at her hand and wished she would move it before he grabbed it and held it in his own.
"I understand completely, but I just needed to tell you so you weren't caught off guard with his odd behavior," he chuckled and felt her hand slide away and hide in her lap.
"I am absolutely starving. Perhaps you can escort me to lunch and show me your lovely little town as well. I'm dying to see it in detail," Hank felt his heart drop into his feet as she said that. He didn't know if this was appropriate, but he did want to be a good host. How could he feel this way after witnessing his wife cheating on him? Suddenly, he felt a little dirty, because this was not something the Hank Hill he knew would do. Maybe it was time for him to change a bit. He shook his head and stood.
"Ms. Devereaux… Kate, I'd be honored to escort you," he put his arm out for her to wrap her tiny little hands around. She gleefully accepted and he walked her to his truck, opening the door for her like a gentleman would do. Meanwhile, behind the fence, Minh was spying as she clipped her shrubs. This was the second time today she had seen something odd going on at the hill house. First, she observed Dale Gribble falling out of the bedroom window and Peggy, with smeared lipstick, blowing him a kiss shortly after and him catching it in his hand. She was confused by this because in everyday life Peggy Hill and Dale Gribble rarely spoke and Dale seemed to actually despise his best friend's wife. Now, she has seen the oddest thing of her life. Hank Hill, Mr. Moral Values himself, walking out of his home with a beautiful young woman with a body that could have stopped traffic, on his arm. As she watched Hank pull away, she decided to call Kahn and let him know of the strange happenings this afternoon. She knew he'd love the juicy stories going on with the hillbilly neighbors.
"Kahn, you busy?" She asked after dialing his cell phone. "Hillbillies going crazy!" she began to tell the story of what she had seen going on with her neighbors, Kahn deciding it would be appropriate for him to come home to watch the events occurring.