Sanjaya Was Robbed

Jake sat up and yawned. He was longing for a cigar but he was feeling too good from last night to get into that particular argument on what looked to be a fine spring morning. He stood up and stretched and then, not bothering to retrieve his boxer shorts from the floor, he followed the sound of humming towards the bathroom.

Joy came out of the bathroom as Jake neared the door. As always the sight of Joy made Jake’s heart skip a beat. Joy was wearing a pair of pink panties and a blue shirt with the phrase Sanjaya Was Robbed emblazed across its front in bold red script. Willowy and tanned, Joy was freshly showered and even across the room he could tell that she smelled wonderful.

Joy looked up and smiled brightly. “Good morning, old man,” she said brightly, putting her hand on his naked belly and stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Yuck!” she teased. “You’ve got morning breath!”

Jake reached down and swatted her behind playfully. “Outta the way, girl,” he mock-growled, “I gotta go.”

Joy was sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her long auburn hair when Jake came out of the bathroom. He stood looking at her and found himself wondering what a girl like her was doing with a crusty old man like him.

Joy looked up and then shook her head and sighed patiently.

“What?” Jake asked, though he knew what she was going to say.

Joy, playing along, went back to brushing her hair. “You’ve got that ‘I’ve got shoes older than her’ look in your eyes again.”

“Well, I do,” Jake replied petulantly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said standing up, “so what?” Joy walked over and poked him in the chest. “If you were so worried about the difference in our ages, you shouldn’t have married me. But you did and now you’re stuck with me, old man.”

Jake smiled in the way that only Joy could make him smile. “I’m okay with that.” He put his leathery hand on her face and bent down and kissed her again. “And maybe one of these days I’ll understand why you’re with me.”

Joy smiled, patiently and tenderly, and pressed her head against the soft pelt of salt-and-pepper fur on his brawny chest. “And maybe one of these days you’ll stop fretting about silly things like that.” Jake wrapped his arms around her and they stood silently for a few blissful moments.

“I’m gonna be late for work,” Joy said, reluctantly breaking the embrace and heading over to the closet to get a pair of shoes.

Jake went to the dresser and dug out a fresh pair of boxers to wear after he showered. He looked over as Joy pulled on a pair of jeans and he noticed the shirt again. He knew he shouldn’t…there were things he didn’t, and didn’t want to, understand…but he was compelled to ask the question anyway. “Who or what is ‘Sanjaya’?”

Joy looked over at him quizzically and then she laughed softly. “I could explain but you’d be bored by the time I was half-finished. Kinda like I was when you were trying to explain to me how great that Hank Williams guy was…”

Jake shrugged and nodded. “Fair enough,” he replied amiably. He winked at her. “I love you, little girl.”

“I know that, old man,” Joy said, winking back. “I love you too.”

Jake turned towards the bathroom humming…”Hey, Good Lookin’”…as he prepared to shower and get himself ready for work. He didn’t give ‘Sanjaya’ another thought.

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