Authors: Amy Johnson
“That’s ridiculous!” Stacy started but stopped when she saw Megan nodding her head in agreement with Mickey.
Megan sat her glass of tea down and looked at Stacy. “He might have a point
,
Stac
y
.
I mean
,
what happens in a lot of marriages when men and sometimes women hit middle age and have a mid-life crisis? They grow tired of comfort and search for passion. Sometimes in sports cars or motorcycles or
,
more commonly
,
younger, hotter mates. It’s like he said. When the passion goes flat the shopping begins. Maybe passion is the name of the game.”
Stacy stared incredulously at Megan
.
Ali seemed to ponder it and Mickey gave a palms up gesture followed by a satisfied grin. Josie rushed back to the table, took her seat and asked breathlessly
,
“What did I miss?”
“Apparently that zit on your chin,” Ali muttered and Josie gave her a look of horror, grabbed her menu
,
and made a mad dash back to the bathroom. When an elderly lady at a nearby table cast a concerned look their way Ali simply waved her hand and said “The runs. Poor thing.”
Everyone was staring at her with maternal glares and she held up two fingers and said. “Last time. I swear. I’ll be good from now on. Scouts honor.”
A half hour later the gang had disbanded to go back to their jobs with the exception of Josie who made emergency appointments for a facial and massage. “What about work?” Megan had asked her as she closed her cell phone after making appointments.
“I’ll just call in sick,”
s
he replied.
Mickey
,
never letting an opportunity pass to get in a dig
,
told her
,
“You’d have better luck if you called in ugly, honey.”
Josie burst into to tears, grabbed her purse threw a twenty on the table and flew out of there.
***
On the drive home Megan pondered their discussion and her eyes stung with tears. She hadn’t ever realized she wasn’t happy until today. She’d been content in her little routines and a marriage that was comfortable. From the outside looking in she had it all. Her husband Ted ran a successful photography studio and made a comfortable middle class income. When they got married ten years ago they purchased a small tidy house less than a mile from her parent’s home. In the early months of her marriage Ted
and she
had done crazy things like wallpaper the bathroom in the nude and there was one time when they were painting the bedroom where they threw paint on each other playfully and ended up making love on the drop cloth
,
rolling around in lavender paint. Where had all that passion gone? What happened to them?
About a year after they took their vows Megan had the whole homemaker thing down to an art and Ted’s business was doing well so Megan brought up the issue of raising a family. Ted resisted and Megan was so eager to please him that she decided she could wait, so instead she hinted around for a dog. When Ted said no to that
,
too, she took matters into her own hands and bought herself a fish. She just needed someone or something to take care of or talk to while Ted was at work so she went to the pet store and bought herself a goldfish. She named him Spot and pretended he was a Golden Retriever. When Ted got home he made fun of her and her fish, told her she was stupid
,
and that she needed to get a life. His words hurt her and his anger bothered her but it was the coldness in his eyes that really sent chills up her spine. It was the first time she’d ever crossed him and he didn’t like the loss of control. But she stood her ground and Spot stayed. While Ted worked and she got bored she tried to teach the gold fish to throw the finger at Ted when he wasn’t looking
,
but since Spot only had fins and couldn’t achieve the task she gave up. But somehow she knew that when Spot squished his little fish face to the glass and glared at Ted he was silently telling him to go to hell. She and Spot shared many secretive smiles on the matter. Then one day Ted came home with flowers and wine and apologized to Megan and she forgave him
,
and Spot was no longer an issue.
After another two years of being the happy homemaker Megan again got bored and tried to take a stand. She informed Ted of her plans to find a job. Again he said no and told her she wasn’t good at anything but cooking and cleaning and that if she wanted to find a job she could look for a new husband while she was at it
.
S
o
,
defeated once again
,
she continued on as Ted’s wife and Spot
’
s
m
ommy
,
b
ored as hell and angry at herself. But once again Ted was sorry and she forgave him and
,
as usual
,
she tried to make do.
Life went on
,
boring as hell
,
until their fifth anniversary. Ted’s business was booming and Megan had pretty much memorized every do it yourself program and completely redecorated the majority of the house but she still couldn’t find that contentment that she desperately needed. Spot was getting restless too and had expressed his need for a sibling
,
so once again she brought up the issue of having a family over a candlelit dinner. Ted yelled and whined and pitched a fit and Megan became so angry that Spot
and she
moved in with her parents for a weekend. Her mother was not happy about having a fish for a grandchild but
,
like all good grandmas
,
she made him welcome and put a framed picture of him on the mantle. Spot seemed happy. But that Monday morning Ted showed up with two Golden Retriever puppies and said he’d think about having a family if she’d just go home. So she did and things were better. Spot had a brother and a sister and her parents had two more grandchildren to take pictures of. She had two adorable pups to teach how to throw the finger. Life was improving.
Then Megan entered a writing contest on the internet for a magazine. She won the contest and two thousand dollars. When the magazine called her back and asked her to write a weekly column for them she took the money and upgraded her computer. She accepted the offer and ‘A Moment with Meg’ was born. Although no one but her girlfriends knew she wrote it she finally had something to do that brought her enjoyment. The girls started meeting weekly to discuss topics and she was stacking away a small nest egg on the side. She figured she could save the money to maybe hire a hit man to knock off Ted someday
,
although she knew she could never do it. Control freak jerk that he was, she loved him.
So now here she was ten years into her marriage with a smart assed fish, two lazy pups
,
and a marriage with no fizz left. “Megan Malone, this is your life,” she thought to herself as she pulled into her driveway.
The first thing she did when she got in the house was call Josie. She was going to get some passion back in her marriage if she had to kill Ted to do it. It was there once. She’d just have to go shopping and buy an outfit that would wake the dead. And if anyone knew about shopping with a purpose, it was Josie. Josie answered on the third ring.
“Mmmmm?”
“Josie? It’s Meg. Where are you?”
“Getting a massage. Sergio here is a miracle worker. He has magic hands,” she lowered her voice, “and a killer package. He really knows how to relieve the tension.” From above her Sergio smiled.
Megan needed a miracle. “Does he have any openings for today? I need some magic.”
Megan heard Josie ask him in her sweet saucy voice
,
reserved for getting what she wanted from a man. The fact that she was probably naked under a thin sheet on his table probably didn’t hurt matters. They exchanged a few muffled words and Josie came back on the line. “Can you come down right now? He just had a cancellation.”
S
ure he did, Megan thought.
“I’m on my way. Gimme the address.”
Fifteen minutes later she was in her bra and panties
,
covered by a flimsy white sheet, listening to elevator music when Sergio walked in the door followed by Josie.
“You don’t mind if I hang out do you?” Josie asked. Megan didn’t respond.
She couldn’t. She was engrossed in staring at this God who had just walked in the door wearing a snug pair of Levi’s and a painted on shirt that hung on his muscles and perked up muscles in her body that she thought were dead. He had neatly cropped, black hair and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He was somewhere between 25 and 30 and the closest thing she’d ever seen to heaven on earth. His hands were large and masculine and in less than five minutes they’d be all over her. She silently racked her brain to remember if she was wearing pretty underwear that matched and hoped against her usual period panties and ugly bra held together with safety pins.
“Megan? Do you care if I hang around while you get your massage?” Josie repeated. Again Megan didn’t respond.
While Sergio turned to wash his hands, Megan discreetly peeked under her sheet and
t
hanked God that she was wearing Victoria’s Secret. She thanked Victoria too. Sergio turned around and smiled and Megan felt her body temperature increase by about a thousand degrees. She started praying. ‘God don’t let me do anything embarrassing like have an orgasm right here. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll call my mother
every day
, just please don’t let me…’
“Megan!” Josie said loudly at the same time Sergio asked “Is this your first time?”
Holy Mary
,
Mother of God! His voice was devastating. He sounded Columbian and his voice alone nearly sent her over the edge. Here she was lying nearly naked under a see thru sheet while this Columbian God stood before her preparing to send her body to places unknown with his magic hands. You couldn’t cut the passion in the room with a chainsaw. Now if Josie would just get the hell out. What was she thinking? Passion or no passion she would never cheat on Ted. She’d just have to find this passion with Ted and…
“Megan?” Sergio and Josie both asked concerned. Megan snapped back to reality.
“Huh…Omigod, I’m so sorry. What did you say?” Megan asked.
“Are you okay Meg? You don’t look so good. Maybe you should reschedule.” Josie was saying. She walked over to Megan and put her hand over her forehead.
“Holy cow! You’re burning up.”
“No
,
no… I’m fine,” Megan persisted. Sergio and Josie didn’t look convinced. Sergio stepped closer and cupped her cheek in his large hand. Megan lost her breath. Josie was right
,
this man did have magic hands. Sergio said something and then Josie said something and Megan was pretty sure they were talking to her but she couldn’t hear them because her body was on fire and when Josie pulled out her cell phone and threatened to call an ambulance and Sergio got his appointment book to reschedule Megan she found her breath
,
let out a deep sigh and said, “I don’t need an ambulance Josie
,
I’m fine. And I don’t want to reschedule either.”
Josie shut her phone and looked at Sergio who was looking from Josie to Megan like they were playing topless tennis.
“Well what the hell’s wrong with you then” Josie asked.
“Nothing!”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh alright
,
if you must know
,
I was having an orgasm and I just need a minute to recover.” Josie’s mouth dropped open and Sergio raised a curious brow. “Jesus! It’s been a really long time you know and then this Columbian God comes in with those…those magic hands and that …that killer package and not to mention that body and…and…” Shit! Had she just said that out loud? ‘
God if you up there. Just take me now
’ she thought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, Sergio was still standing there examining his hands, a satisfied smile on his face. Josie stood beside him also examining his hands her mouth still open and her eyes huge.
“How come you never do that to me?” She demanded.
“I didn’t do anything,” Sergio protested.
“Well from now on I want what she got. For fifty bucks an hour it’s the least you can do,” Josie said still marveling at his hands.
“I don’t know how I did it. I wish I did. I’d be charging a lot more than fifty bucks an hour if I did.” Megan shrank back as far as she could in the bed. With any luck the ceiling fan would crash from the ceiling and put her out of her misery.
After a new set of sheets and an hour of pure ecstasy Megan handed Sergio a
well-deserved
hundred dollar bill and thanked him as he left the room. She stood to get dressed while Josie sat in the single wingback chair obviously still shell shocked from experiencing Megan’s first orgasm of the New Millennium.