Castaway

Chapter 3

The next morning when I wake my mind trails back to last nights argument between Michael and I. I know I overreacted, I just couldn't help my outbursts. I want to be the supportive wife but I'm starting to get fed up. His job requires so much of his time and attention. Between both of our work schedules we hardly get to see each other. Don't get me wrong, we create beautiful memories when we have the time to spend together and we make the best out of it but...sometimes I just still feel like I'm alone. Instead of living together, I feel like Michael either spends the night or pays weekly visits....that's how much he's gone away on business. I thought this move would not only benefit Michael but benefit the both of us. I take the time to reflect on how Michael must feel. I'm sure its just as hard on him as it is on me. Having to live out a suitcase, he probably doesn't even see the point of unpacking anymore. He's worked so hard especially with this firm and I am so proud of him, I just wish things could be a little different. I guess I've put up with this for years now what's a few more. It's not like it'll kill me.

My inner thoughts are cut when I hear the shower running. I slip out of my night gown, make my way to the bathroom and sneak my way into the shower. I wrap my arms tightly around Michaels waist and rest my chin on his back. "I'm sorry babe...for last night", I say to Michael. He turns his body around and kisses me. "You don't have to apologize, I'm sorry for putting you through this". Neither of us say anything for a few minutes and allow the water to rinse away all of our problems.

"Feel like doing it?", I ask Michael with a full on smile. Michael doesn't respond, instead he lifts my body, wraps my legs around his waist and makes deep love to me in the shower. Once we finish our little one-on-one loving making session we both get dressed up and make our way to the front door.

"Meatloaf tonight?", I ask Michael as I put my coat on. He scratches the back of his head and responds, "Babe...my flight takes off at three today...".

"Wha--what?"

"I tried to tell you last night but you didn't allow me to. You cut me short when you stormed off", Michael says in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry--", I say while shaking my head slowly.

"You're sorry, what are you sorry for? Alex, please stop being sorry for something you didn't even do. I'm the jerk, I'm the one who should be apologizing to---"

"No...no, no, no, no, no. Look, I know this is hard on you as much as it is on me. I know that you're sorry, you don't have to say it. Just promise me that this will be the last trip", I say with a brave smile.

"You've got my word...and I promise I'm going to get us that sailboat so we can getaway and escape from all of our worries", Michael says stepping closer to me. "Hang in there for me baby, it's just a few weeks and I'll be back to hold and comfort you.

"...I guess it's too late to ask for one last quickie, huh?", I jokingly respond to lighten both of our moods.

"...Quickie, more like everlasting with you...it takes a while for you to cum, babe", Michael teases.

"Ugh... I wish I didn't have to go to work.I would go with you to the airport and watch your plane take off".

"It's okay baby. The company is sending someone to pick me up. Besides, you're still the new professor. You don't want to give them a reason to talk shit about you."' Michael takes a few steps toward me and tell me that he loves me. We hold each other longer than usual and kiss goodbye.

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It's now noon and I decided to have lunch in my classroom today, specifically the music room. Something about being around the musical instruments calm my soul. I'm grading a few papers that I had assigned last week when there's a sudden knock at the door. I stand and make my way over the silhouette figure behind the frosted glass on the door.