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Sean O’Malley skids to a stop in the parking lot. Hastily he exits the car and slams the car door. Sean pauses long enough to compose himself, which is not working. He shrugs and continues to the garage. He strives to be professional, besides O’Malley’s Tire and Lube is his baby. Without the business, he would sink as if a boat slams an iceberg. His Mother didn’t raise a failure. Sean marches through the open garage door.
John and Dean look, they speak in unison, “Morning boss.”
“I’ll be in the office,” Sean grumbles.
He enters the office, Sean slams the door behind him, the wall vibrates due to the sheer force he closes the door. The sound project outward the entire length of the garage. Sean sits in his desk chair, pictures of his kids and Janet line the desk, as reminders of his life. Dean and John shudder, the sound is like a sonic boom.
“We all in trouble now, Dean,” John expresses.
Dean gazes out from under the hood of the Toyota, “Yeah, the misses probably denied him sex again.”
“You’re probably right Dean,” snorting his answer.
Dean nods in agreement before both erupt in laughter. John and Dean the only original mechanics who stayed after all the drama. The others quit soon after Janet ended up in coma. Sean neglected the business during the four months she was asleep. Sean’s fists clench because he knows the laughter is at his expense. Sean hasn’t the energy to walk out and stop them, he leaves them to their boss smashing.
A few minutes later, a slight rap on the office door, “Mr. O’Malley mails here.” Nancy Jasper speaks in her high-pitched sexy voice.
“Come in, Nancy.” Sean utters. I don’t have time for her shit.
Nancy Jasper, enters the office, her long blonde hair in a messy bun, his ice-blue eyes looking straight through Sean’s soul. She rescued Sean and the business from sheer death and disappointment. Of course, she is highly attracted to him, and she made her intentions perfectly clear one evening when Janet was still in coma. Nancy, the only secret he kept from Janet during their time together.
Sean arrived at the garage to catch up on his paperwork, he believed he would be the only person there, to catch up in peace. Nancy Jasper, a divorced woman he hired as his personal assistant, had been in her office. She overheard Sean stumbles around the garage, tipsy from the bottle of whiskey he drank on his way towards the garage. Nancy, dressed in a tight short skirt, her blouse unbuttoned halfway, Sean could see the swell of her breasts. Instantly his eyes diverted there, and she caught him staring.
A seductive smile on her lips, she sashayed to his side of the desk. Nancy straddled his legs, her blouse opening wider, perfect breasts so close to his mouth. Sean gathered all the strength he could not to take one in his mouth. He made no attempts to move her; her hands gently caressed the back on his head, her other hand between them, gently massaging. He made no moves to stop her. He needed the distraction, this was a time he had no clue if Janet was going to live or die. A moment before he took her lips to his.
Grabbing her hands, “Nancy stop, I have a girlfriend.”
“How come you don’t bring her here?” She said in a whisper lightly licking his ear.
Sean groans, “She’s sick, I can’t do this.”
She purrs in her ear, “I promise I won’t tell.”
With this he caved in to being vulnerable, he let her suck his ear in her mouth. His pants becoming tight. He no longer has the strength to deny her, he roughly grabs the back of her neck crushing her lips to his. One-night of passion, now a whole life of regret.
“Sean, are you alright?” Nancy says with true concern in her voice.
Being jerked out of his memory on that one fateful night. “I’m fine. Where’s the mail?”
“Oh I made it up, I needed to see you. It hurts me you're so unhappy. Let me brighten up your day.” The seductive smile upon her lips.
Sean getting annoyed, “Nancy, I told you that was a mistake. You caught me at a point in my life I wasn’t sure if Janet was going to live or die. You need to back off.”
“Yeah sure,” Nancy utters not convinced. “Well, you ever change your mind. You know where to find me.” Nancy grabs her breast and stays for a moment, Sean watching he can’t remove his eyes from her actions.
She strides out of the room, her perfume invades Sean’s nostrils. He adjusts himself, his erection pushing against his pants zipper. His head tumbles to his hands, not sure how long he will be able to deny Nancy. Her advances hot, sweat has broken out on his brow. His brain is saying something his body is not listening. Defeated he tries to continue his work, with no avail. After a few minutes, he pulls out a bottle of whiskey from his desk, pours himself a drink and downs it in a flash.