Page 32 of Unbreakable

Now that’s all taken care of, I wait. Well, I’ll grade some papers, seeing how my day job is still calling to me even though it’s a Saturday.

I spend the afternoon grading, wondering at times if these students even have the basic concept of the human language and how to use punctuation and tense. I know it’s a psychology class but can you at least write without every other word being a punctuation fail, spelled incorrectly and improper tense.

Before I know it the clock shows it’s six P.M. and I need to shower and get ready. Heading to the bathroom I turn the shower on full blast, allowing the water to heat as steam fills the room. I remove my clothing and separate into the different hampers, depending on what can be washed and what needs to be dry cleaned.

Looking at myself in the mirror I decide to leave the slight stubble present on my face. Thinking of how much it will stimulate her when I rub it along her pussy. Well a man can hope, can’t he?

Climbing underneath the spray of the water I feel all the tension held in my muscles gradually release. Picking up the body wash I squeeze a generous amount on the loofa and begin to wash. Twenty minutes later, the water turning cool at this point, I stand with my arms braced on the wall and my head down as the spray of water hits my back. I stay like this for a few minutes before reaching down and turning the water off.

I reach out, grabbing the towel from the rack and dry myself off. I drop the towel in the basket once I’m done and walk out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. The cold air hits my cock and he immediately stirs. No getting hard yet! We will later. I mentally talk to myself like I’m a teenage boy, who gets hard at the drop of a dime.

Shutting the door, I head back to the bedroom, walking into my closet. I pull my Gray Dolce and Gabanna suit from the rack, and take my black leather dress shoes from the shelf and head back towards the bed to dress. Raised in wealth, I’ve always been taught you are to dress to impress and I’m hoping I do. I’ve got a crazy gut feeling that Arianna is not impressed by monetary wealth. I do plan to get her away from the lifestyle she is living though. Do I like looking at strippers dancing? I’m a man, of course I do. Do I want my woman doing it? Fuck no!

Looking in the mirror, I straighten my tie and pull my jacket sleeves down. Walking over to the dresser, I pick up my wallet and stick it in my pocket then grab my keys. I need to make one stop on my way there. I thought flowers would be a nice opener. Most women love them, and I’m hoping she is one of them.

I head to the front door, setting the alarm and locking the door behind me before I walk to the driveway. I hope tonight goes as planned and she is accepting of what I’m offering.

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