Gregory sat on the bench, tightly close to Sophie due to the cold. For thirty eight years they would sat there every Saturday afternoon, except on vacations. When occupied, they would lay down on the lawn. The river started to change color as the Sun moved towards the horizon, dimming the stains of pollution to tones of mustard. Some kids were jumping on skateboards, boys and girls. Though he could be their grandfather, the girls were making Gregory horny.
“Good heavens! Things never change!”, muttered Sophie, flashing wide open his overcoat. “With this cold and you having a lump under your trousers. They’re underaged, Gregory!”
“It’s automatic. You hear me saying this for decades. Do you really want to have another argument on this?”
“I thought you’ve learned something.”
“Their boobs are giggling, for crying out loud! There’s no learning to restrain the effect! We could be on the North Pole and my pole would rise still!”
Sophie punched him in the stomach.
“Time to get you distracted, you sperm brain.”
It hurt, but it did not work.
“Honey, come on. You also get aroused when some well dressed Adonis passes by. You blush like a tomato.”
“I do not!”
“You’re blushing right now, in denial!”
“Here we go again.” She rose her arms to the purple clouds. “We know the drill back and forward, and we will repeat it all over again until we die.”
“Even after our death, honey. This is eternal. This is eternity itself.”
“Sure is. The programming of nature, the gods and God. Thou shall have lust and jealousy.”
“Right. The urge for multiple sex encounters and to demand fidelity from each other.” Shivering, Gregory closed his overcoat and rested his head on Sophie’s shoulder. “The darnest thing is knowing all this doesn’t prevent us from lust and jealousy and from blaming each other.”
“I must blame you. I am your wife. I’m the love of your life for almost forty years.”
Taking a deep breath, Gregory growled:
“Their boobs are awesome!”
“Stop that, you pedophile!”
“I bet you’re now remembering the surfer you stalked last Summer. The kid was fifteen!”
“I wasn’t stalking him!” Sophie punched Gregory again. “He just happened to be in all places.”
“You offered him sandwiches and tried to put some cream on his chest.”
“There was a red alert on the weather report! Some people had to go to the hospital with sunburns and dehydration.” Now she rested her head on his shoulder. “God! We really are survivors. The excuses we get to keep our animal selves getting their way.”
“I like being an animal.”
“I noticed that.” She patted his thigh.
“You’re blushing”, he whispered.
The Sun was getting orange. Two skaters kissed. It was damn cold.
Saturday, 12th June 2021