All four of the children were rushed out of the front door, all almost late for the bus. Marcus sat outside on the front porch as you wlked them to the bus. His eyes lingering on the way your hips swayed, each lined curves that was enhanced by your pajamas pants. Just as your coming back to the porch, walking past him. He watched you walked by, waiting for a moment to walk after you.

When he came into the house, putting out the cigar in an ash tray. He knew he cant smoke in the house, he watched as you cleaned up the many cups the kids left behind. You looked behind you as you heard him come in, he was a man of expressions and not many words.

"Baby, i told you I'll do the dishes."

He walked over and took the dishes from you, your hand brushed against his. That touch was enough to make him stop in place. Enough for him to stare at you for more.