Jeffery agreed to take the children out for ice cream and a movie. Finally, she’d have the house to herself.
She would reminisce of a life before a husband and kids.
She untied her robe, let it drop to the floor, felt the cool kiss of air on her nipples as the air conditioning kicked on for the final day of summer. She imagined a younger Jeffery behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands, biting her neck.
She kept a rose toy in a shoebox in her closet. Desiring a quick release, she would finally put it to use.
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