Change Happens Chapter Six: A Sinking Feeling.

Robin senses something is happening with her husband. Is she right or wrong?

“Morning,” I smiled as Jeff wrapped his arms around me. We stood on the hotel’s balcony, looking out at the city. It was a great view.

The night had its ups and downs, mainly downs for me. Jeff had one more go in him after the initial burst, but he fell asleep soon afterward.

On the plus side, I had slept in a bed twice as big as the one we had at home. Also, room service was included in the room price, so we ordered a big breakfast.

“Sorry, about…” Jeff started to say. I turned around and shook my head.

“No,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “You know what’s one of the best things about having a wife like me?”

“You can shoot a gun better than most of my friends?” Jeff smiled as he pulled me close to him.

“True,” I nodded. “Never having to say you’re sorry,” I smiled. “We will get through it, together.”

“You’re the best,” Jeff said as he cupped my ass again.

“I am beginning to wonder if I should get a reduction,” I teased. “You go after my ass, more than them?”

“Oh, really?” Jeff smiled. His hands moved to my chest and squeezed them. “Have they got bigger?”

“No, you just don’t play with them as much,” I laughed.

Jeff’s phone went off in the bedroom. “Shit,” he said as he let me go. “I am on call this weekend.”

I shook my head as he went to get it. “Yeah, Jacob called in,” he said, looking back at me. “I’m…”

I looked at him, and he grinned. “The room is paid until noon,” he said as he rushed to prepare.

I sat down to eat breakfast. The poor guy who came to the door got an eye full of cleavage as I opened the door in my robe.

“Love you,” Jeff said as he kissed my head.

“Be careful,” I said as he exited the room, leaving me alone.

I looked around the room and remembered they had a hot tub in the bathroom. A smile crept over my face. “I wonder if they have a piano downstairs?”

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I loved my early morning runs, not the ones on the treadmill that would happen later. There was a slight chill in the air; the only sound came from the birds and my feet hitting the concrete. I loved the feeling of being alone, just the birds and me.

I never wore my earbuds or listened to any music in the mornings like this one. I felt my heart racing as I ran up and touched my marker, a light pole six miles from my house. It wasn’t much, but it started a very vigorous day. I had a lot on my mind today.

I turned around and headed home. Even though we had a great Friday last week, I had nothing planned for this week, and I didn’t want anything to happen. After he left the hotel, things started to bother me.

There were random phone calls during the nights afterward, and he didn’t smell like he used to. I had gotten used to the smell of paper and cardboard on him, especially that awful glue smell that hung around the house for days; all of it was gone.

When I asked him about it, Jeff said he was in the office more and spent less time on the floor. Then something odd happened. He said he got a large bonus, which was enough to catch us up on the house payments and many other bills.

That set things off in my head. We owed a lot, not enough to put us in serious trouble, but enough for me to get a second job. With one bonus, he was able to catch us up on the house and his car, as well as other things. Something didn’t sit right.

Then, yesterday at the gym, Aaron approached me and asked if we could talk privately today, as he was too busy last week to speak personally.

When I asked him what it was about, he said it was important and could be life-changing. How can someone say that and expect the other person to wait patiently? I begged him to tell me, but he didn’t want to upset me at work.

As I ran, my ponytail felt heavy on my head, and my legs were getting tired. Usually, I would rest at the halfway point for a moment or two, but I was pushing myself. I wanted this to be over. I loved my husband, and if something was happening, I wanted to know what it was and if it was as bad as I was making it out to be.

Everything from him cheating on me to stealing money from the workplace was going through my head. But what made it worse was Aaron’s voice. He seemed worried. For a cop to be concerned about me made me even more scared.

Aaron was a lovely man at a different time and place, who knows, but he was very happily married to a wonderful woman and had three kids: a cat, a dog, and a large boat. I was happy. I stopped dead as I thought about it. Was I?

I started walking down the dirt road that led to my house. A few weeks ago, I was thinking about cheating. Then I had put it on Jeff that I wasn’t getting sexually satisfied. Now, I had doubts about where he was getting money. What if the problem wasn’t him? What if it was me? What if I was looking for a way out?

I shook my head as I turned the slight corner to the house. There was Jeff outside on the front patio talking on the phone.

Who was he talking to this early in the morning? He kept staring down the path. He would have seen me if it weren’t for the outcropping of bushes.

“What is going on, Jeff?” I whispered; vapor rose into the air as I spoke.

I wanted to hear what he was saying, but he had the vantage point. I couldn’t move forward without him noticing unless I thought to myself as I stepped backward. I ran as fast as I could further up the path toward Ray’s place.

I had started calling the mobile home and everything around it, Ray’s property, as he had redone most of it. The mobile looked better as he had painted it and fixed many of the things we had ignored throughout the years.

“Shit,” I said

I stopped dead in my tracks and hid behind some bushes as Ray and a blonde woman exited the trailer onto the makeshift driveway.

“I will call you again soon,” Ray said as he walked the busty, voluptuous woman to her car. She had quite the figure on her.

Thick in all the right places, nowhere near me when it came to chest size, but more significant than the average woman, and it was evident that Ray liked his women big and curvy.

“Anytime you want to drain the dragon,” the woman said as she grabbed Ray’s crotch. “Just give me a call.”

I stifled a laugh as she said it.

‘Who calls a cock a dragon?’ I thought to myself.

The lady got into her car and drove away.