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that something is up and that she wants to share some news so Nicole dives deep into Taylor like she always does, trying to pry the news out of her. “Oh come on, you are such a shitty liar. What’s going on? Is Chad coming sooner?”
    Taylor’s heart sinks for a moment. She instantly feels guilty for thinking about James and fantasizing about him while in her relationship. She doesn’t want to think about James anymore and makes up some sort of a lie. “No, he just called me and got me all excited to see him.”
    “Awe, how cute,” Nicole says as she spins around in her desk chair and faces her books again. She puts her ear buds back into her ears and starts studying.
    Taylor’s face goes from happy to sad in seconds flat. She thinks about Chad and how much she loves him but can’t shake the image of James in her mind. She lies back in her bed and thinks for a moment. She thinks about James and how he is all of a sudden having this effect on her. She thinks about how he made her feel today and how much more of a man he is than Chad. Taylor pulls James’ business card out before her face again. She stares at his name and phone number. Without thinking, she grabs her cell phone and enters his contact information into her phone. She starts typing Mr. Zakarak, but deletes the first few letters and simply titles him James. “You never know,” she says to herself. “You never know.”
     

 
     
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    The entire drive home from school, all James can think about is Taylor. He thinks about what being with a younger woman would be like. He thinks about what she looks like in the nude. He imagines her with perky breasts, a tight stomach and a beautiful rear. He imagines what she tastes like and how she feels. He thinks about what it would be like to kiss her. Thoughts of Taylor consume him. He is taken by her and he can’t control it.
    When he arrives through the front door of his home, he can smell his wife’s cooking. The aroma of a good home cooked meal fills his nostrils and makes his stomach grumble. “Hey, I’m home”, he shouts from the doorway. He closes the door behind him and does his usual routine of placing his briefcase down and keys. He walks towards the kitchen and the smells that are enticing him.
    Busy in the kitchen, is Tiffany. The table is set in the dining room and soft music fills the home. He watches his wife work for a moment. He watches her put love and care into the meal they are about to enjoy. He looks at her body from behind and the soft curves she possesses. He sees the nape of her neck from her short brown hair. He studies her appearance from a distance before greeting her properly. “Looks like someone has been busy.”
    She turns around quickly, startled. “Oh James! You scared me! I didn’t know you were home.”
    “I was done in the office early, so I came home to you. This smells delicious. What are you making?”
    Tiffany stands proudly at the stove, stirring and conjuring up some magic. “Homemade spaghetti and meatballs with my mother’s special sauce.”
    James breathes in the smells deeply and exhales. “Well it smells great.” He puts on a façade to pity his wife, but all the while he thinks about Taylor. “Would you like a glass of wine?”
    “It’s already on the table. Why don’t you sit down and pour yourself a glass? Dinner will be ready shortly.”
    “Just let me wash up first.” James walks towards the bathroom and closes the door behind him. He stands for a while, looking at himself in the mirror. He studies his appearance, as if trying to look within. His mind still races with thoughts of Taylor and he tries to snap himself out of it. He turns on the water tap to as cold as it can go, allows the water to fill in his palms and he splashes it on his face. The cold water sends shivers throughout his body but that only intensifies his feelings for the young woman. He dries himself off, washes his hands and puts on a brave face. He doesn’t want his