The week had passed as the others had: home, commute, the office, home, commute, the office, home and so on. But yesterday I woke up with a strange sensation, a tingle, right after my wife so gently screamed at me "Hurry! We're already late!" as soon as she opened her eyes from her dreweling sleep. This had become a daily pick-me-up to start the day. And today was no different. Why should it? I was still living with the same woman I one day swore to love and cherish till death got rid of one of us. Boy, when things come back to bite you in the ass, they sure do bite you in the ass.

She jumped out of bed as always and commenced shouting the morning set of commands. "Make sure the coffemaker´s on. Damn it! I can't believe it´s so late! I told you you should have set the alarm clock one hour earlier, now I won´t have time to get ready and have breakfast! You know how important this meeting is for me, Jesus!"

The sound of her voice became more faint as I worked my way into the kitchen to fix breakfast. And then I noticed that tingle again. I realized that as I passed by the master bathroom to put on my robe before heading into the kitchen, as I had done for the last four years and thirteen days, my ears were swaying to a pleasant interpretation of Mozart's 40th symphony that I had been humming since I opened my eyes. The barking orders were in the background, like a soft noise, a slight distortion in the receiver which can be fixed by turning the dial just a bit to one side. I felt a strange grin on my face. "What are you smiling about? You haven´t smiled in years. Is it funny to you that I´m late? What is it? What? What?" she barked as if the house was on fire, the usual-"nothing dear, just had a thought"-just came naturally out of my mouth, calmly, peacefully, joyfully. The inner peace I felt was almost overwhelming in the midst of her frantic run-about neurosis. The tingle, the humming. I hadn´t felt so good in years! It was...odd.

She carried on and so did I. We were finally out of the house on the way to her office. Her first, me second. She worked at a law office, I worked as a teacher. Her father was a lawyer, her mother was a lawyer, and her sister was a lawyer. I worked as a teacher, and this had become the topic of all family reunions. Her family, that is.

The lawyers had interesting jobs, met with judges, defendants, argued, took depositions, bent the law, merged, acquired, grossed and netted. I worked as a teacher to mindless, sex crazed teenagers with the attention span of a turnip. But I liked my job, I felt I was doing my part to make this world a better place, but she and her family made sure to let me know that one is in this world to make livings, climb ladders, race other rats, eat dogs, get to tops, and to ensure one´s benefit over anyone or anything. Teaching and everything else is just...unimportant.

The day before her car started making what she so lawyerly described as "a freaking noise that´s driving me insane" followed by "you´re supposed to be a man, men know how to fix things like these, what kindof man are you supposed to be then, huh?". I suppose that by her brilliant argument on car repair lawyers can also perfom brain surgery and fly the space shuttle. Anyway, I was her driver for the day until the dealership called to pick hers up. Swell. And there was that tingle again, Mozart, the grin. I felt good amidst the nonsense. Strange. I was looking forward to picking her up later, and I couldn´t figure out why.

My day went along as usual, the students, the loudness, the smell of hormones everywhere and the usual homework related conversation between a teacher and a 17 year old girl with enough pent up sexual energy to bring down a building. "Mr. Harriman?...Mr. Harriman? Can I talk to you? Please....?" I was lost in my Mozart and that tingle. Her perky breasts, het twirling finger in her hair, all the signs she gave off begging to get laid by me just flew right past me. Normally that would have kickstarted my day, but not this time. That tingle I´d been feeling from the moment I woke up excited me more than the prospect of oiling up this little beauty and having my way with her as I had done before. They all noticed it too, the other girls. It seemed to excite them too, that subtle indifference to their flirting, that thing that kept them intrigued. Linda kept going-"You smell really nice today Mr. Hariman"-she said, still determined to find out just what pheromones were making her body temperature rise, and determined to get the full effect. "It´s weird, not like cologne though, more like...mmm I can´t explain it" she said with a slight grin.

She discretely passed me a little note. It read "Homework, 5:30? Your place again?".

This wasn´t the first time she passed me notes as if I were one of her classmates. This child-like behavior was nothing compared to the things we did that time she stayed after school for detention. Hers wasn´t the first note of the day either. I liked being a teacher.

My cell phone rang breaking the day dream of what was to come after I was done working.My wife´s voice at the other end, still blaring orders-"The dealership called, my car´s ready. You gotta drive me there, I can´t believe this, I got a deposition in an hour and a half. How long till you get here?" Before I answered she had a time-"I´ll see you here in 45 minutes". She hung up.

I leaned over to to Linda and whispered-"come as you are".

I got into my car, and with great resolve headed off to my next big event of the day, getting the wife to the dealership. Little did I know I was about to meet someone who had been part of my life for a long time, with deep knowledge of all aspects of my self. A person who had been there, hiding from me, seeing it all, planning, moving the strings. We were going to get my wife.

"Do her and then get it on with the babe!". A woman´s voice. I heard the words disguised in the second movement of the Mozart´s 40th symphony playing in my head. I stopped humming. But the tingle got stronger. Weird. I was glad she was getting her car back earlier, "more time with Linda" I said to myself. "Yeah, good" I heard that voice again. The music got louder, the tingle, I smiled back on the rearview mirror.

"I´ll be right down damn it, just wait there" she said after I called her to let her know I was pulling into the underground parking lot. Charming. I waited. The tingle got stronger, the humming returned to my ears, it was like being high again. A flashback of Linda and I in a motel room hit my head like a shockwave and my eyes were closed. Dark. Calm. I could hear Mozart in my head, in crescendo. As I opened my eyes again I could see my wife walking out of the elevator and toward me. I heard the engine rev up and looked around. A black Suburban sped up, I could hear the screeching of the tires, smelled the rubber burning. I looked at my wife, she turned and looked at me. The black Suburban sped up, she got closer, I could see her face drenched in panic, her eyes full of fear, the certainty of the inevitable. She looked at me for the last time. I was beside myself. The black Suburban just drove right through her. The music. She got disintegrated. I saw her explode before my eyes. She disappeared.

I thought about getting out for a split second. "Get out!" I said, "Get out!" But my body didn´t respond. I wasn´t there, like a dream, a hazy flash of something that seems like it´s real. I closed my eyes and suddenly I saw the exit sign of the parking lot, driving fast, really fast. I felt that tingle stronger than ever, the music in my head was blaring, I was feeling every note! I felt powerful, unstoppable, magnificent, fulfilled. It was like a dream! "Good, enjoy it, you got Linda later" the voice said. I grinned through the rearview mirror.

I opened my eyes, it was 5:30 on the dot. The doorbell rang: Linda. I must have dozed off for a while. I was a bit confused. How did I get home and how long had I been sleeping? Linda walked through the door taking off her clothes as she walked toward me-"Hi Mr. Harriman". She knew what to do, I taught her some things, and she perfected them. But this time things felt very different. After a couple of hours of Linda I felt lighter, and it wasn´t the weed or the excessive fornication. I felt good. "Good, I´m glad" she said. "What was that?"-"I didn´t say anything" Linda said as she walked out of the bathroom. "When is she coming back Tom?" That was odd, I hadn´t thought of my wife. Did I pick her up at work? I must have, otherwise she would have called by now. "Don´t worry, take your time, you deserve it". "What was that?" I said to Linda. She looked at me and smiled. "Tom, I didn´t say anything-but listen, if she won´t be back, how about we go get some ice cream in that big black truck of yours. We can take it to the car wash too, looks like you drove through something real nasty.