One week later
“So, you jumped from kissing to helping Chris achieve orgasm in just one day?” Lori tucked her long hair behind her ears. “And you feel OK with that?”
“Yes.” Jenny stared across at the empty playground. It was a gray and rainy March day, and she supposed all the kids were tucked up warm at home, hopefully eating cookies. “I can’t believe it, actually. I got into bed seven nights ago fully intending to just kiss him a bit, then go to sleep. The fact that I asked him to take off his shirt, and then that I wanted to touch him was… a surprise.”
Lori nodded. “And how have things been since?”
“Great.” Jenny turned to her. “Well, almost great. I had a panic attack last night.”
“That was your first one in how long?”
“Ummm… maybe ten days.”
“OK. What set it off, do you think?”
