The night ended and Hank cleaned up the mess that had been made outside on his lawn before getting Bobby to help him move the picnic table back to the garage.
"Hank," Peggy walked out of the house and looked at him standing in the garage. "I'm running to the store to pick up a few things for the house and for Kate," She put her hand on the door and looked around nervously hoping that her lie would be enough for Hank to believe. Hank stared at his watch and looked at her.
"At 8:30?"
"Well I'm not going to be able to do it tomorrow because I have to go to the office to finish a story," she said quickly, over explaining. Hank sighed. He already knew what she was doing. Late night meeting with Dale.
"Okay, Fine," He slammed the garage door, leaving Peggy standing alone outside with her thoughts. He was angry and upset and hurt and his insides burned. He wanted to kick Dale's ass for doing this. For betraying his trust and he wanted to divorce Peggy. He hated her for this.
"Mr. Hill," she tapped him on the shoulder as he stood looking out the sliding glass door. He turned around slowly and stared at her, anger still pasted across face. She stepped back.
"Oh, I didn't mean to disturb you," Hank realized anger was still strewn across eyes. He watched her turn to walk away.
"No wait, you aren't disturbing me. I was just checking to make sure everything was okay in the yard before I went to bed," his face softened as she turned back to face him.
"Well, I just wanted to… to tell you thank you for introducing me to everyone. I had a good time and I got to chat with Bobby. He really is wonderful and I feel like I could really help him," She looked at Hank who gleamed at her.
"Yeah, he is a pretty great kid," Hank laughed. She looked happy. "Hey tomorrow, maybe I could take you and show you around?" Hank looked at Kate who had taken a few steps closer to him. She was so close he could smell her sweet perfume. She was right in front of him only a fingers length away. He didn't move and he was sure he could hear her heart beating, or maybe it was his own. He gazed at her waiting for whatever she was doing to happen. Her tiny hand trailed up and rested on his chest over his heart. It was beating out of control and wildly and his breaths were serrated and loud as she smiled at him. Hank closed the gap between them taking her in his arms. She gasped as their lips met in a sweet dance of dominance. Hank could feel himself becoming aroused at the soft brushing of her warm mouth and tongue. It was pure bliss as he pushed her on the table and kissed her into oblivion. Her moans echoed in the back of his mind over and over again.
"Hank…? Hank are you ok?" Came a familiar voice.
The fantasy world melted around him only to be revived by a disheveled looking Peggy. Hank sat up quickly and looked around the darkness of the room. His wife had just gotten there obviously judging by the fact she was still in her tennis shoes.
"What? What time is it?" Hank looked at the clock on the bedside table. "It's 2:15 in the morning and you are just getting home?" Hank said loudly. Peggy undressed quickly throwing her nightgown on.
"I was watching television and I fell asleep on the couch," she lied. "You were moaning in your sleep…" She commented as she pulled the cover over her shoulders. He turned his back to her and yawned.
"I was grilling…" his voice trailed off before going back into a deep dreamful sleep.