The drive to the health club was nerve-racking, to say the least. The rain was coming down faster than the wipers could keep it clear of the windshield. The rush hour had started, and the freeway traffic was beginning to slow. On any ordinary day, Alice would have been cursing the weather and the traffic, telling herself that they ought to move out of the suburbs and into the country, or else into the center of the city where everything was within walking distance or only a short drive away. Alice would never get used to freeways.

Today, however, she welcomed the traffic madness and the downpour. They took her mind off what had happened at home. She didn't want to think about what she'd done with Ricky. It was as if she'd gone temporarily insane. She couldn't believe she'd sucked her young son's cock! She would never do it again. Never, never, never!

She concentrated on her driving, her stomach tightening as cars cut in and out in front of her and behind her. She wasn't going to kill herself trying to keep up with the stampede.

As the rain pelted the windshield, she found herself momentarily visualizing a glass shower-stall door. She caught a glimpse of a slender shape behind the glass, a stiff cock jutting upward and wagging as the shape moved. She blinked and the vision was gone, replaced by windshield wipers and cars cutting in and out in front of her.

Forget it, she ordered herself. Forget it once and for all. Don't ever think about it again. Think about something else.

She remembered Ricky's apparent surprise when she'd suggested that she might cook dinner tonight. He really didn't believe she could cook, did he? The little smart aleck. He probably didn't believe she could keep house, either.