That's Him!, Part One: Can't Imagine Life without those Blue Eyes.

The shower woke Jason out of a contented, if not wholly sound sleep.
The hotel room was dim, the blinds closed. The plumbing was deafening, he could almost see the water running through the walls. Jason lay naked in the queen sized bed, naked and partially covered by a sheet. It was hot in here, too hot to worry about blankets. Jason reached over to the nightstand and picked up his watch. He had been asleep for less than four hours, and his head hurt.
Jason reached down a scratched his balls. Kate would be done with her shower soon, she would want to fuck one more time before he left. He smiled at that thought. It was so simple with her. It reminded him so much of what it had been like when he had started with Sara. There was no pressure, absolutely no thoughts to the future, just the moment. This felt good, really good, right now. There was no tomorrow, not unanswered commitments for eternity, no pressure of age, no responsibilities beyond each other.
He sure as fuck missed that, the simple ease of youthful lust, the ignorant bliss of it all. That was why he was here, he knew, trying to have the past and the present together, the best of both worlds. He loved Sara, so much that it seemed more painful that their relationship had degraded into a…business arrangement, a retirement plan.
The sounds of the liquid torrent running through the walls ceased abruptly. Jason grabbed the bottle of Jameson off the nightstand and took a small pull to quiet his headache. The bathroom door opened with a crunch, and there she was.
Kate stood there, her body glistening, her long brown hair wet and hanging in her face. She was tussling her hair with a towel, her smile beaming at him. Sara had had long hair like that once, but she had decided it was too much of a hassle to maintain, and had cut it years earlier. It looked ok, but Jason had never really taken to it.
“That shower is fucking awesome. It’s like a fucking fire hose,” she said, “and hotter than you can stand.”
It was usually like that in these old places, old plumbing from when water was free.
“We’ve stayed at this Hotel…how many times?” Jason asked, “and you always point that out.”
Kate rolled her eyes.
“Do you have to remember everything I say?” she said, smiling with only one side of her mouth.
Jason felt himself getting turned on. That coy little smile was better than Viagra. She stood there naked, drying her hair, unabashed, her body the picture of effortless youthful perfection. She was slender, but well built, her small breasts seemed huge on her small frame.
She threw the towel into the bathroom and rushed the bed. She jumped and landed on top of Jason, staring at him deeply before she kissed him. Jason kissed her back, and decided this would be the last time he would fuck her.

It was about an eight hour drive from Reno to Las Vegas.
Jason didn’t even turn his phone back on until about half way. He always turned it off until he was too far away to turn back. He didn’t like cheating on his wife, and he liked it even less when he had to hear her voice while he did it. In a disgusting way he was fucking Kate because she reminded him of Sara. “Honey, I only fucked her because she reminds me of how you used to be. I only fuck her because I miss that you.”
It sounded like bullshit, even to him.
He looked down at the phone; fifteen messages. That was a lot, more than usual certainly. The first couple were from Sara, telling him she loved him and keeping him abreast of all kinds of bills and bullshit with her sister. God, he didn’t care. So much about their life he just didn’t give a fuck about. He wanted to cut all that shit away.
Then there was a message from Naomi, Sara’s sister. Naomi was a fucking pain in the ass. She thought Jason was a useless fuck, and loved to point that opinion out at every given opportunity. Why was she calling him?
He listened to the first message, apparently his wife was in the hospital, and things were not ok. The proceeding messages were all just, “Where the fuck are you?” and “You useless fuck!” The last one was a message from Kate telling him she loved him and missed him already.