uninvited guests

I am sitting across from a girl who is the sister of a man I used to fuck a number of years ago, long before my second marriage. She was in eighth grade back then, her clothes were too big and her thoughts too small. She would spy on us having sex in their parents’ pool. I caught her once. We made eye contact. My husband knows he has no reason for jealousy. If ever we are apart, we miss each other in desperate ways. Like looking for candles...
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