All of those grueling midnight hours he'd spent had suddenly taken on meaning for her, but nothing in comparison to the sight of his first check! She'd sat there staring at it in an almost greedily wicked passion, the full meaning of her tearful happiness leading to the utter fizzle that erotic night of love-making should have been. God! she'd inwardly groaned in despair, how long was a girl expected to indulge her natural need with the caresses of her own finger?
Indefinitely, she'd finally concluded, while reveling in the extravagances the self-glorious man showered on her! But as the weeks passed the feeling of security became matter-of-fact, and his impractical spending less consoling. By the time they'd settled on Tasman Drive, Beth knew she had to do something, or hopelessly lose her mind! She was twenty-six years old and he damned near twice that, not an intolerable age difference had they been compatible in bed. But instead, he was destroying the most intimate of her possessions… her sensuality! It was sometime during that period of desperation that she'd offered to do his final typing in one last effort to drown her frustration in his work, and try to save their marriage.
"Hey… this is pretty raw stuff for you, baby," Jay had replied to her offer, a big grin broadening his reddish, hairy face. "Maybe you should read a book or two, first…"
"Oh… come on, Daddy. I'm twenty-six remember? Your little Beth knows all the nasties…"