For the Dream of 5 Years: Chapter Twenty-Six: Jupiter Garage

“I want to go to the garage and fake a mechanical problem. Will you come with me?” Michelle asked, still inside her jeep, parked just a few meters away from Jupitar garage. “Read me his number; we can’t spend the entire day waiting to see him. What if he doesn’t work in the garage? What if he is in an office at the back of the premises?” Asked Stacy, keying Dan’s number into her phone and reading it from Michelle’s phone. “Sent!” She said, showing Michelle the sent message, which read “Hey Dan, it is your longtime pal. I wanted to know where the party will be tonight because I have a gift to deliver myself.” Michelle almost jumped off her seat. “Stacy! I want to see him from a distance, not face to face!” She screamed. “Why were we driving to this place then and sitting inside the car all those hours? You are going to see him. I won’t be coming with you to stalk him. I’m not a stalker, Stacy said, rolling her eyes. He is typing! He is typing!” She shouted after she noticed that Dan was typing. “What is he saying?” Michelle asked, leaning over, too close they were cheek to cheek. “I said he was typing,” said Stacy. “See? You want to hear from him. You can’t if you continue hiding in your car, meters away,” she said, laughing hard. “Who is this, please? I don’t have this number in my contact list.” Read Dan’s message. “He typed! He still has his number!” Said Michelle, excited. “Wow, you are so brilliant,” she continued, hugging Stacy tight. “Tell me the time and place. I will be there,” Stacy continued typing. “Gender, please?” Dan inquired over his message. “Female,” typed Stacy. “No party, if you like, meet me in Jupitar garage, near the Highrise roundabout, after working hours,” Dan responded. “Okay, seven. I’ll bring the gift.” She sent her last message. Dan went over his phone, trying to figure out if he had that number somewhere saved. He searched the number and saw it belonged to someone named Stacy. It didn’t ring a bell. He saw her face in the profile; still, it didn’t jog his memory. He wondered where he could have met her, but after a long thought, he put it to rest. “See you tonight, Stacy,” he said. He switched off his TV and went to shower. He had spent the whole day indoors, sent his mother some money to celebrate his birthday, and planned to go for a long drive in the evening. Martin, his employee, and a friend suggested they go clubbing. “I don’t celebrate my birthday; I am not a child,” he had said. “I’m not calling it a birthday celebration; I’m calling it a night with the strippers at club C,” Martin had insisted. “Martin, go home to your wife; stop having wandering eyes,” Dan had told him before heading home. Since Rona, Dan hadn’t encountered another audacious girl to whom he yielded. There was something about the meeting that night. He didn’t resist it and didn’t care if it was a setup by a business rival; he felt safe and eager to meet her. He did some press-ups to excite his muscles. He was ripped to his liking; he had big biceps and well partitioned six packs. He had his hair short and neat. He struggled with what he would wear for the night. He thought about putting on a suit but blushed the idea off because he wasn’t going for dinner. He thought about putting on jeans. A casual look. “You can get away in a casual look more than in a suit,” he said. Michelle went to shower, and Dave pretended to be keenly listening to the political campaigns on the TV and was waiting to see how she would dress for ‘Tracy’s friend's birthday. His ears were as alert as those of prey in hiding. Michelle was in high spirits, one that Dave placed to the years they were so excited over each other. He wondered whose birthday it was. “I want to follow her. She is so happy about a birthday party,” he sent a message to Steve. “Please, don’t embarrass yourself. And do what, drag her home? Michelle is a grown woman. Let her be; she will come around one day.” Steve texted back. Michelle wore a short black skirt and a wide white blouse that left her chest and stomach barely covered. She knotted at the waist, making the blouse look like a bra, just above her navel. She enhanced her look by putting on a pair of beautiful knee-length boots. This was how she had shown up at the house almost five years back when she had passed Dave at the doorway without kissing or hugging him. It brought back memories to Dave, who chose not to comment. When she passed, her tattoo on the back was visible. Dave wanted to stop her, tell her that those clothes brought them bad luck, but he held his tongue. “See you tomorrow,” Michelle said as she passed by his side to pick up her bracelet from the TV stand. Dave did not respond; he followed her with his eyes, noticing that her skirt was shorter than he had imagined. Michelle had grown curvier, especially after the birth of Bianca. The skirt was also tighter, very inviting, revealing her well-rounded buttocks. Michelle slid her bracelet on her wrist, picked up her small clutch bag, and left the house. After Mike came from school, Lisa quickly made the family dinner and put the children to sleep. She served Dave and went to shower. She went to bed earlier than ever since she came into Dave’s family. Dave could not sleep; he put on some National Geographic films and binge-watched them from 8 pm to midnight. Suddenly, after midnight, he felt a hand on his shoulders. “Don’t be stressed, Dave. I can give you a shoulder massage; it will make you relax and sleep,” said Lisa, standing behind the couch and gently massaging Dave. “Stop it, Lisa. I don’t need a massage. Besides, that is not your work,” said Dave, leaning forward so that Lisa would stop touching him. “She doesn’t touch you, Dave. She doesn’t want to do her work; she has neglected you; please let me,” Said Lisa, leaning forward to touch him again. “Please stop talking about my wife like that! Who do you think you are?” Said Dave, so sternly but in a low voice not to wake the children up. He stood up and turned to see Lisa, with only a bra covering her luscious breasts and a thong panty barely covering her parts. “What are you trying to do, Lisa,” He said, struggling to keep his eyes off. He got hard instantly. He hadn’t had sex for a long time, and when he felt his bulge growing, he sat on the seat opposite Lisa, probably to have a better view. Lisa was thicker than Michelle, her complexion was rich, dark chocolate, and she had a pretty face. Dave had never noticed her beauty. “Say it, and I will do it,” said Lisa, approaching him. Her thighs were so thick they trembled when she walked. She was younger but bigger than Michelle, probably in her mid-twenties. Dave’s body wanted to reach over, grab her, and make her sit on him. He wanted to have her sit on his face until he drifted into unconsciousness. He wanted to rip her bra off, fondle her breasts, and suck them until her nipple became sore. He wanted to bend her over, enter her violently until he forgot about Michelle. Her body was so inviting. “Sit over there,” said Dave pointing to the seat opposite his. “Have you heard about some woman by the name Shanice?” He asked. “Yes, the woman that almost broke your marriage,” she said. “No, she was a woman just like you. She was sent by my mother to do what you want to do. I slept with her and still came back to my wife. I almost ruined her life, or maybe I did, but luckily, she got married recently. If I sleep with you, I will still return to my wife. I will love her, even though we are not at our best now. Did you think I didn’t know you were sent to seduce me?” He said, managing to suppress his bulge and composing himself like before. Lisa was dumbfounded. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her. She looked around for something to cover herself, and when he couldn’t find it, Dave threw her his jacket. She covered up, rushed to her bedroom, locked the door, and slid into bed.