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get so shaken-up, anyways?
     
    Joel crawled into bed.   “You smell better,” she said.   He laughed and took her in his arms.   She was naked and ready for her husband.
     
    Jessica placed his hand on her breast and he smiled at her as he felt the stiff nipple.   She leaned to kiss him.   His breath tasted clean and cold and she shivered.   It seemed like months since the last time.   Jess pressed into him aggressively, surprising Joel.   Her husband was gentle and patient.   Kiss me harder, she thought.   Kiss me like… Jessica cringed.   No.   I’m not going to think of him.
     
    She rubbed her husband’s chest while he kissed her neck.   Jessica fought against the recollection of her encounter with Martin.   She concentrated on her body and on her husband’s touch but the unwanted memory whispered to her and pulled her out of the moment.   Joel let his hands wander down to her ass.   She leaned up to bite him on the lip and he pulled away, surprised.   He chuckled, nervously, “careful there, Tiger,” before kissing her again.   His touch was light and tentative.
     
    She took his hand and put it in her hair.   “Pull it,” she said and his eyes widened.   Joel tugged her head back and she moaned.   She wanted him to be rough –to take her forcefully.
     
    After a moment, Joel let go of her hair and rubbed the curve of her shoulder.   Jessica hissed in frustration.   She shut her eyes and saw Martin.   She remembered his strength as he pulled her to him.   The memory of his touch was a parasite burrowing up from her subconscious.
     
    “Get on top, Joel.”   Jess rolled onto her back and pulled her husband towards her.   When he was slow to react, she slid his boxers down over his thighs.   He slipped them off and she pulled him onto her.   “I need you to fuck me.”   She snaked her fingers down his stomach to grasp his manhood.
     
    Jessica was used to having to slow her eager husband down in bed, so she was shocked to find her hand alight upon his limp penis.   She broke the kiss, bewildered.   Joel looked shocked.   “I don’t know,” he answered her unspoken question.   “It’s been a really long day.   I’m just a little worn out, I think.   In the morning.   In the morning we can…” He bent and kissed her.   It was a kiss to placate, whisper soft.   Jess crawled out from under him into the seclusion of the bathroom.
     
    She was up first the next morning.   Last night’s disappointment hung over her like a cloud, and the old insecurities seemed to find new footing inside her skull.
     
    Jessica quietly slipped on her bikini –her newfound source of confidence.   Who would have believed that?   She threw a towel over her shoulder, grabbed the sunscreen, and scribbled a note to her husband.
     
    Joel,
     
    Meet me on the beach.   We’ll have breakfast.
     
    Love,
     
    J
     
    She was no William Shakespeare.
     
    Jess lay claim to a lawn chair, closed her eyes, and began to absorb the morning sunshine.   The Caribbean sun had not yet reached inferno status and she roasted at a pleasant slow cooker-like pace.
     
    “Damn, you really fill out a bikini.”   Jessica opened her eyes and tilted up her sunglasses.   Martin was grinning at her and she felt an unwelcome flutter in her gut.
     
    “Martin, I don’t want to talk.   Leave me alone.”
     
    “Look, I was just paying a compliment.   I didn’t mean to piss you off.   Is this about bringing Joel home late?   Not my fault Jessica,” Martin shrugged.   He acted like everything was so minor.   Had he not kissed her, felt her breasts, tried to take her into his bed?
     
    “I just want to be alone, okay?”
     
    “Okay, okay.   You do look fine though, seriously.”   Jessica beamed at the compliment then scolded herself for beaming.
     
    She let herself watch him as he walked away.   It was the first time she had seen Martin in a bathing suit and he was stunning -tanned and oiled.