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Frank and Latina enjoy a Popsicle.

"But remember, no screaming or freaking out. I warned you." He grinned and she nodded, waiting expectantly, leaning into him slightly so they could both see. He was aware of her shoulder pressing against his, amazed at how something so mundane could feel so exciting. "Here you go." He turned the phone.

Her eyes widened, and her draw dropped. She turned to him, then back to the phone. "OH MY-" she started screeching, grinning wildly.

"S-Sh, hey," he said pulling the phone away, but she reached for it. Walt looked around to see if her outburst had drawn attention, but no one was looking their way.

"Oh, my God," she blurted in a hoarse whisper, "That's your wife?" She pulled the phone closer, examining it, then turning to him, her eyes wider, amazement and shock on her face. "Oh, my -- is that what I think -- is that semen?" Her smile had taken on a conspiratorial slant, and her eyes narrowed. "She took this of herself after..."

"Right after, apparently," he finished, and pulled the phone from her and put it away. "Then that night, she gave me the full story." He grinned. "It was pretty hot!"

"Wow," she said admiringly, "you guys really do have an arrangement!" She sidled up next to him, pressing more of her body to his. "So tell me, Mr. Walt With An Arrangement," she said, leaning into his ear. "If we finish this 'date' together, will you tell her about it?"

He turned his head to face her. "Linda," he grinned, "I can hardly wait!" She grinned back, and her hand snaked under his arm, pulling his shoulder into her breast. "As a matter of fact," he said, reaching for his phone again, "I should tell her I'll be home a little late."

"You're going to call her?"

"Nope." He opened the phone to a text message, and keyed, then showed it to her before he sent it.

HOME A LITL LATER THAN EXPECTED. MET A LADY. GETTING SOME. HOME SOON WITH STORY! XOXO W

He pressed send as she watched, amazed. Before she could question or comment, there was a reply. He read it, and showed her.

U DEVIL! GIVE IT 2 HER GOOD. WILL WAIT UP FOR THE DETAILS! LUV R

"Satisfied?" he asked.

She put her drink down and scooped up her purse. "Not yet," she said, leaning into his ear, "but I think I will be soon!" She held his upper arm. "You drive. My place." She smiled softly, her eyes half lidded and wet. "Let's go make a good story for you to tell."

*

Several hours later Walt was letting himself into the house; it was after midnight. He had no idea if Rhonda was still awake, so while he didn't sneak in silently, he didn't call out to her, either. He quickly determined she wasn't in the den, or anywhere else on the ground floor, and made his way upstairs, assuming she'd gotten tired and gone to bed. As he turned down the hallway to their bedroom, though, he saw the flickering blue glow of the television. Suddenly recharged with hope he called her name as he approached the door, and walked in to see her sitting up in bed, a huge pile of pillows behind her. Soft grunts and groans came from the screen, and he turned to see it was one of those late night cable films. He turned from the screen to his wife. She grinned at him.

"Well, thank goodness my dirty man found his way home!" she snickered. "I figured you'd be late, so I took a nap when I got home, so I'd be awake." Her shoulders were sunk back in the pillows, and the covers were up over her breasts, just the top of her sleep shirt showing. Her legs tented the covers in front of her. He looked at the TV.

"What are you watching?"

"One of those awful cable sex movies," she said.

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