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peculiar behavior, stress. After all, he could become the next store manager. The responsibility could be a tremendous step for him. He also could have perceived this promotion as a threat to his unencumbered freedom, although, becoming the store manager was his ultimate goal.            
    That night, I planned to investigate the reasons for Jeff’s childish behavior. Like usual, I was exhausted. I tucked Joey and Melissa into their beds and kissed their foreheads. After I turned off their lamp, I clumsily found my way to the bedroom. How I hoped Joey would sleep the entire night. A two-year-old son and a four-year-old daughter tested the wholesome outlook theory of motherhood. I threw myself into bed wearing Jeff’s favorite pink gown. Often, he said he liked it so much, that if it wasn’t a shame, he’d wear it himself.
                Bare-chested, and clad in sleeping boxers, Jeff viewed his favorite television program. He said television was a cheap sedative that helped him fall asleep. However, he was not quite ready for the series of questions I was about to bombard him with. “Jeff,” I crooned softly, pulling my feet out of my slippers. “Why did you get so angry when I asked you to give up your trip with Clint?” I shoved my feet under the warm covers and gave Jeff a sidelong glance.
                It was as if a jolt of electricity ran over Jeff’s body. “Honey—baby, please, not tonight, huh. I can’t take an entire night of this. I just over reacted, all right!” He acted as if our discussion was in full bloom and ending with his frail surrender. My eyes narrowed into a get real expression. Jeff knew I wasn’t buying his cheap act. “Crap, Celeste. Why can’t you let some things die?” Having made that statement he turned his back giving his undivided attention to the deafening television.  
    I was not about to let his peculiar behavior slide. I shook his shoulder gently.
    “Jeff, is there something you’d like to tell me? Is something stressing you out, sweetie?”  
    Jeff rolled over and faced me with a devilish grin. “You never give up, do you?”
    He tugged mischievously at my gown. “I know how to end these silly questions.” Those words sparked a playful game of lovemaking. Jeff slipped his fingers beneath the straps on my gown and pushed them aside. They fell onto my shoulders exposing my firm breasts and budding tips. Slowly, he lifted the sheer gown along my body then tossed it into a silken pile on the floor. “What was I thinking when I turned my back on this?”  
    With loving glides, he slid his hand along my bare body. Expert fingers tested the fleshy folds of my moist core. “Somebody needs my undivided attention.” I had been so busy I’d neglected my body’s persistent requests. He squeezed and massaged my firm rear. Moaning hungrily he kissed my neck, and greedily gave special attention to my breasts. “Come on over here.” His familiar scent lingered around me, as he pulled me closer. The sweeping motion of his hands explored and conquered with small rotating circles. Jeff positioned his body astride mine, placed my hands over my head, shoving his palms forcefully into mine. Slowly, he moved his body with sexually charged push-ups.
    With all modesty gone between us, we came together with brusque thrusts of intense pleasure that nearly stole my breath. My denied needs tightened around him, begging for more. Immediately, he became engorged with desire, responding to my craving with jolts of shuddering tremors. The moisture formed between our bodies mingled with the musky scent of making love. Reaching relentlessly for gratification, I flailed against his force. He smiled with competent satisfaction, quenching my famine like never before. Then, almost unexpectedly, our world’s discharged into pulsating tremors. Sweating and satisfied, we studied each other’s expression, and then we kissed. Glowing blissfully, I smiled. Now, I had the