Chapter Thirty Eight
He seemed less than enthusiastic, like there was something weighing on his mind. He turned out the lights and Irene could hear him struggling to get out of his trousers. When he slipped beneath the covers he lay apart and Irene had to reach for him. She took his p***s in both her hands and lightly massaged the foreskin. When he was unresponsive she had to wonder if there was some problem he hadn’t discussed with her. Something medical. Or psychological. And she realized how very little she knew about him.
Jack was up early the following morning. He quickly slipped from the bed, checked on her and thinking she was still asleep, he picked up his phone and crept silently into the bathroom. Irene was immediately on high alert. What kind of real estate call would necessit
