Janice took a long shower. After she finished, she could hear the shower running in the hallway bathroom and assumed Tyler was cleaning up too. She took a few minutes to dry and brush her long hair and didn't bother dressing afterwards. It felt good to be fresh and nude. Besides, it was the kind of time in the early evening when it was too late to put on clothes and too early for her skimpy sleep attire. She already missed being kissed and intimately caressed by Tyler, but she needed time alone with her thoughts.
What was happening to their lives, she wondered. Was her son really turning out to become her lover? Even a kind of replacement husband to the one who left her six years ago? Or was this just a perverse lapse in judgement brought on by her hot, s****l hunger that no one had ever
