"Well, I could suck your cock to get you hard."

"No!" he thundered. "You think I'm some kind of pervert?"

"Don't get mad, honey. It's just a thought.?

“Well, get those ideas out of your head," he said. "I'm not gonna be a party to unnatural sex acts. We've been through that before. Now, I've gotta go open the store. See you tonight."

He brushed her lips lightly with his, turned, and left.

Dejected, Linda got up and went in the bathroom. She stripped off her nightie and ran the shower. The hot needle-point spray seemed to wash away some of her dark mood as she lathered and rinsed repeatedly. Finally, she toweled herself dry and started the hair dryer blowing over her long blonde hair.

She slipped on a fresh nightie, wrapped a terry robe around herself, and stepped into a pair of high heeled shoes.

Two cups of coffee didn't make her feel any better. If anything, her mood darkened even more. Feeling the need for someone to talk to, she thought of her friend, Margie, two apartments down the hall. She dialed the number from memory.

When Margie answered, Linda said, "Hi, Marge, it's Linda. You decent for a visit?"

"Come on over, honey," Margie said.

Margie opened the door at her knock and greeted her with a smile. Two fresh cups of coffee were on the dinette table. Linda sat down.

After sipping the brew quietly, Margie said, "You don't look very happy, honey. What's the matter?"

"Oh, it's Joe," she said. "He did another one of his wham, bam, thank you ma'am numbers on me. Damn but it makes me mad. I was just getting hot to go with him when he shot off in me and that was that. "

"That used to be the story of my life, back when I was married to George." She sighed slowly, apparently reminiscing. "I was really pretty damn fond of the bastard, but he made me so mad. Good for about three minutes."

"I didn't mean to pry into your private life," said Linda.