Chapter Five
In that zone between awake and not, Cora mind languished in shadow and her nostrils in strawberries. “Not f**k, but perhaps make love,” John had argued on arrival. Then, his hands pulled her toward the bed.
Sex with John Whittier was not so bad, Cora thought. After John removed the shoes, the stockings, and explored her curves, he led her to a furniture group next to a picture window. He placed her on a couch and sat too. On a coffee table, Dom Perignon sat nestled in a sterling silver bucket escorted by two crystal glasses. A serving platter filled with chocolate-covered strawberries attended. “Jacob’s idea,” he had told her.
Ah... Yes, she thought, Why not Jacob Morley? Jacob was big, was strong, was tight and thin like a mountain man. He stood tall like a redwood tree an
