How would you know?”
“Julie and I have been besties for years. Sex And with that, smelling the welcoming scent of Andy’s breakfast frittata, she leapt from bed, showered, and prepared to greet her family and the day. Always will, no matter what” but he knew she was absolutely right. It was a crime.”
“Ok,” said Andy, trying to follow. It’s a very small chance, but it could happen. I think we’ve talked enough. It had almost become a family tradition that Sam would be the last to awaken and so it was; as she stirred in her bed, her first feelings of contentment and soft pleasure suddenly overcome by the memory of the specifics of her pleasure, the wonder of the pleasure now warring with the shame and, yes, the regret for what she and Andy had done. All of this registered with Sam in the few moments it took for her to load her plate with breakfast, fill her coffee mug, and take her customary place at the table, consuming Andy’s gustatory gift to his family.
