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Early in the morning, John had awoken me with kisses and his fingers trailing up and down my body. When I opened my eyes, John was next to me, smirking devilishly and whispered a good morning to me. It really was a good morning the way I was being woken up. And just as John rolled over to hover over me, the bedroom door flew open and his kids came running in. John groaned as he got off of me, and said hello to his eagerly waiting children.
Then, at breakfast, once the kids were gone, John grabbed my chair leg and pulled me closer to him. I questioned having sex on the kitchen table, but neither of us really protested it. John picked me up and sat me on the table. I took the toothpick out of his mouth and threw it somewhere in the kitchen as he started kissing me passionately. He pulled his trousers down and lifted my skirt up. Then, just as he was about to thrust into me, Tommy and Arthur walked in.
"Ah!" Arthur yelled out, "Jesus, John! Cover yourselves up!"
I looked up at John, "Is this really what today's going to be like for us?"
At work, John had me brought to his office, where he locked the door and closed the blinds. Finally, some alone time. He had me pressed against the wall, my hair a mess, his suit jacket was off, and his suspenders were hanging low. "Best hurry before we get interrupted," I joked. But it was no joke. Even though the door was locked, and there was clearly something happening in the office that shouldn't have been interrupted, there was a knock at the door. It was Michael.
"John!" Michael called. "Tommy wants us on a job. We've got to go."
"Jesus, Michael," John responded. "Can 'ya give me five minutes?"
"Or less," I laughed. John sent me a stern look.
"No, John. Come on."
John sighed as he dressed himself, and left the office with Michael. I went back to work, and Polly bothered me about my relationship with John. "When should I be expecting another little John running around?"
I shrugged, "Much sooner if people would stop interrupting us."
Polly eyed me, "Those Shelby boys are a curious bunch. Don't let them bother you. If you want something, darling... take it. If you know what I mean..."
I did know what she meant. And I did that. As me and John got home for the night, and the kids were gone at Arthur's house, I made sure we had no interruptions. But, of course, just as things were getting good, the Shelby boys walked in for some business. "You must be fucking joking," John laughed.
