CHAPTER EIGHT
On Monday morning, things were almost back to normal. Paula was home and visiting Carol for morning coffee and girl talk. The men were at work and the summer day was bright and beautiful. The children ran through the harbor streets, playing their games, while their mothers called each other and arranged to play their games, too.
Paula took a sip of her coffee and looked across the kitchen table at Carol. There was a twinkle of naughtiness in her blue eyes.
"I came home from the city last night so hot I couldn't stand it. I hadn't had an orgasm all weekend. I just met Bruce at the door and looked at him and went off. God ... I wasn't even out of my jacket. I just hunkered down and came right inside the door. Poor Bruce thought there was something wrong with me, I couldn't t
