Chapter Five
Jennifer’s Story
Jennifer Peterson snuggled closer to her husband who lay sprawled on his back, staring up at the ceiling. She eased the thin sheet out from between them, eager for the feel of his warm naked body against hers. She slithered closer, rubbed up against his side, nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Rob’s arm came around automatically to enclose her in a loose, protective embrace. The fingers of his dangling hand began toying idly with her left breast.
Otherwise he lay perfectly still; his face a mask. Tonight his touch seemed perfunctory, vaguely distant; she sensed something was bothering him. She drew back to more closely study his upturned face.
“Hey, lover, what’s going on?”
“Humm?”
“I can hear the wheels turning. What’s going through that head of you
