Chapter Four
Three weeks it was until the couple made love again—three weeks! Why, the notion was unthinkable! If Elizabeth had asked herself a month earlier if such a long dry stretch was possible, she would have laughed away the idea as quickly as it came. Three weeks? Oh, not with Bill, who after nearly a quarter century of marriage still lusted after her pleasantly fleshy form as much as he had in his twenties. How randy he was, how pleasantly leering! She protested a little occasionally, in a coy, reflexive sort of fashion, when at some completely unexpected moment in the evening Bill caught her when the kids weren’t looking, and he arched his eyebrow significantly down a tempting swath of silken cleavage, or perhaps reached right in and gave the meaty jugs an excited little joggle,
