The smile on Abdul's face as he waved Bob welcome was that of an excited kid who had just received a goody bag .
He is like that every time and he proceeds to starting up discussions every time.
Bob was not in for discussions so he waved back at Abdul as he hurried inside the house with his tired legs.
He needed a massage, but his wife Sandy who doubled as his personal masseuse was not In talking terms with him.
They've been like that since yesterday after an argument and now his pride won't let him ask her for a massage.
He walked into the living room and ransacked the whole place with his eyes.
His eyes found Sandy bent over in a Brutally hot mini skirt that showed all her curves and presented her ass like an accolade to the eyes of who ever saw it .
Her butt cheeks were struggling to find their way out of the piece of cloth holding them in.
She was bent over, looking for something in the fridge. She seemed to be having a hard time finding what she was looking for .
Bob swallowed really hard. The tension in his trousers told how much Sandy's theatrics had done him dirty.
" hmmm hmm " he clears his throat
Sandy turns back and In feigned shock.
She had a white T shirt on and her perky twins stood attention pointing directly to an almost hallucinating Bob.
Damn! he married one hot woman.
They kept staring at each other
Who would break the silence?
The silence that has lasted roughly 28 hours.
" Why are you looking all hot and damn sexy? " Bob asked.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
Sandy walked towards him slowly, with her eyes dancing slutty dances.
She reached for his face with her moist hands and shivers went down Bob's spine.
Just what he needed. Her hands on his body.
" If you think you'll get me to talk to you with all these. Then you're joking " Bob said with the faintiest voice.
Sandy laughed and still didn't say a word.
" If you want to apologize, go down on your knees and beg me o "
Sandy's eyes lighted up as she said softly
" Yes Daddy "
She knelt down, unzipped his trouser, took his Microphone in her mouth and started apologizing.
Her head going back and forth in carefully calculated rhythmic movements..
She was the one on the Microphone, but the only voice that enveloped the whole room
Was Bob's even fainter voice mumbling
" I'm still not talking to you "
Sandy looked up as she kept on with the good work, her eyes told a story, one Bob knew very well.
They'll get back in talking terms as soon as he carries her from the living room to the Bedroom.
....
Be like sandy
Always go down on your knees
And apologize
