Kevin Has an Idea (Rachel)
I moan in my car, parked in my home’s tiny one car garage. The little vibrator does its job and I squeeze my thighs together. It’s not enough, but anything so I don’t rip Kevin’s head off.
I pull my purse from the passenger seat and head in. Another grueling day at the office has me ready to drink half a bottle of wine. I pass a wall mirror and a haggard version of myself stares back at me. My dyed, dark red hair slips out of my braid in multiple spots and my green eyes don’t sparkle quite as bright as they did this morning. *…This morning. Try the past five years.*
When I get into the kitchen, Kevin stands at the stove with an open box of mac & cheese.
*Are you fucking serious? This again?*
Kevin looks over to me, blue eyes, bright with excitement. His thinning blond hair is combed slightly forward to hide the receding hairline. He’s only thirty-two, three years younger than me, yet he looks ten years my senior. He smiles big and bright, but it doesn’t reach me like it used to. It’s so weird how much it used to send thrills fluttering through my stomach and into my heart, but now, it feels so… useless.