Karen remained nervous and tense for the next few days, but gradually settled back to normal. She and Jeff fucked two or three times that week, but she never felt the intense passion she'd experienced with him that night after the Wellmans' party. Deciding that sex wasn't all that important, Karen kept herself busy with the house and baby. She loved Jeff very much and enjoyed the duties and rewards of being a housewife.

One morning after he'd fed the baby and put him in his playpen, she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Puzzled that anyone would be calling that early, she opened the door and saw a handsome bloke standing at her doorstep. "Rick Taylor!" she squealed with delight as she threw her arms around him.

"Hi, Karen," he smiled, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

Karen was a bit shocked by the odor of liquor on his breath so early in the morning.

"Come in, Rick," she beamed. "It's been such a long time."

"Over two years," he smiled, walking into the living room. "How have you been, Karen?"

"Just great," the lovely girl smiled. "Where have you been keeping yourself?"

"Around," he answered.

"Oh, Rick," she beamed with sincerity. "It's so good to see you again."

Karen had been dating the young man for over a year before she'd met Jeff, and she'd had a difficult time making up her mind between the two men. They both wanted to marry her and Karen had been fond of them both in different ways, but chose Jeff to be her husband.

"How's Jeff?" he asked.

"Just fine," answered Karen. "We have a ten-month-old son."