Page 6 of Sam to the Rescue

“Sugar, I only left this morning.”

“I know, I know.” In the background, Mikey sings his daddy song and Sam huffs. “Okay, from now on,myname is da-da. You be momma.”

“Don’t you think it might confuse him?”

“Not at all. He was so cute today. He was swinging when our clients came in but stopped and watched so much like you, it was spooky.”

We chit chat for a while, then hang up. With the congresswoman safely tucked into her bed, I wander the perimeter of her estate one last time before reportiing in with home base in Manhattan.

A new guy answers the comm. “Nice job today.”

“Actually, I was a little slow. I should’ve seen the kid coming.” The Afghan woman flashes in my mind’s eye, an explosion sounds in my head, and I drop to the ground, expecting insurgents.

When I open my lids, I’m back in suburbia where peepers and crickets sing from a nearby stream.

Fuck. I need to control this shit.Shaking like mad, I glance up at the camera over the front door, brush myself off, and spout off the first excuse I can think of. “Uhh… practicing. I do that a lot. Keeps me on my toes.”

If that sounds lame, the kid at the desk doesn’t say so. “Have a good night, sir. I got it from here. I’ll wake you if I see anything unusual.”

Like most of those working for Patten, he’s ex-military and just earned my eternal gratitude. “Thank you.”

“No problem. You should get some sleep, sir.”

But I won’t because down the street, the burqa covered woman is back. I run after her but lose her in the dense fog.

Dammit. Am I losing my fucking mind?Minutes later, unable to relax, I pace the congresswoman’s spare bedroom and call Sam. “Hey babe.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Can’t I speak with my wife without something being wrong?” I pretend to be insulted and she laughs.

“Sure you can, but you dodged a bullet today, literally. It doesn’t take a genius to know it might bother you.”

“Is the baby asleep?”

“Yeah, why?”

“What are you wearing?” My voice lowers.

“Ohh… a see-through naughty nighty.”

I picture her in her favorite sleep outfit and chuckle. “You mean my old t-shirt and flannel pants?”

“Okay smart ass. Now, I’m completely naked.” On her side of the connection, sneakers hit the floor and our double bed creaks.

“Touch yourself.” I unzip my fly with my phone nearby.

She sends me a shot of her wet, pink pussy, my willy jumps in interest.

“Holy shit.” Deleting her photo, I send her an image of my lower anatomy and she hisses.

“Pervert.”

“Sex-junky.”

“I know you are but what am I?” She moans. “Mmmm, if you were here, I would put your hot cock between my lips and lick you like a popsicle.

“Damn, for a nice Catholic girl, you got a dirty mouth.”