My wife and I got out of school and worked hard to build a good life. At first things went well. We worked hard and had a little success. We bought our own house. We had just started to taste a little of the good life, when the economy started to go bad.
Okay, we worked even harder and managed to get through the bad times. However, it sometimes seemed like all that there was in our lives was just hard work.
Finally, things started to turn around. Our early success came back several times over. All of our hard work had laid the foundation. After a long struggle, we’re now in very good shape financially.
Then, one night my wife sits me down and tells me, “Curt, we have lost some of the romance out of our lives.”
I think on this and tell Cindy, “Maybe you’re right. The last several years have been really tough and maybe we worked too hard, although we had to work hard just to survive. I get the idea you have a plan of some sort for us.”
Cindy then tells me, “Curt, we just turned thirty. We haven’t had a real vacation in a couple of years. I’m talking to part of our group and they want to take off Valentine’s Day week and go down to sunny Mexico. There’s a beach house for rent down there with warm breezes, margaritas, surf and sand. The sand is a private beach.”
Cindy’s timing is impeccable. Outside the wind is blowing snow almost horizontally and the drive home after work has been a nightmare, on the icy roads.
My mind goes into overdrive. I can see myself back in high school as big man on campus, the tight end on the league championship football team, our senior year. Then, to the surprise of everyone, I take tall, thin Cindy to the prom. It seems that I’m the first one to notice that Cindy’s still tall, but not nearly as thin as before.
After high school, I court Cindy and we get married. We then go to work and work damn hard. Cindy works at a gym until she learns the operation and then she borrows money and buys the gym. She works hard to run her gym. If Cindy wants to sell memberships to others, she has to look good. Thus, Cindy works out regularly and she looks damn good. I take to stopping by after work and also working out, so I can see a bit of Cindy when we’re both working long hours.
Cindy undoubtedly now looks better than the other ladies in our group. She also undoubtedly wants to flaunt her nicely aerobicized body in front of the other ladies. Well hell, I look better than the couch potatoes in our group. So why not go down to Mexico and let Cindy have her time in the sun in front of the group?
The one thing that does worry me a bit was that before I married Cindy, I screwed every girl of the wives, who now make up the ladies in our group. Cindy reminds me of this sometimes, but only on days, like Monday, that end in day. Can it be that Cindy plans to have some revenge?
