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She could not imagine who would be knocking on her door
without calling on a Saturday morning. Her best guess was her neighbor, Mrs.
Stanley. She stretched and threw a sweatshirt on as she made her way to the
door. She looked out the front window toward the porch and blinked rapidly.
“Jonah?”
    ***
    “Morning,”
Candace said when she felt Jameson move in her arms.
    “I’m
sorry,” Jameson said.
    “For?”
    “Falling
asleep.”
    Candace
smiled and kissed Jameson gently. “We were both tired.”
    Jameson
looked at Candace, who was still in her
skirt and blouse from the previous day. “Why didn’t you change?”
    “I
didn’t want to wake you,” Candace said. Jameson grumbled. “Jameson, it’s fine.”
Jameson pulled herself up and smirked. “What?” Candace asked.
    Jameson’s smirk gradually transformed into soft
laughter. “You’re crinkled.”
    “Crinkled?”
Candace raised an eyebrow. “Not the compliment your wife generally looks for,”
she pointed out.
    “It’s
cute,” Jameson commented. Candace narrowed her gaze at Jameson. “What?” Jameson
asked.
    Candace
smirked. Jameson’s hair was standing up at various angles. “I suppose crinkled
is no worse than pointy,” she said.
    Jameson
pursed her lips. “Who are you calling pointy?” she asked.
    Candace
chuckled. Jameson took the opportunity to straddle Candace. “And, just what do you
think you are doing?” Candace asked.
    Jameson
grinned mischievously before leaning into Candace’s ear. “Oh, I just thought I
would smooth things over,” she whispered as she allowed her hand to travel over
Candace’s breasts.
    “Lunatic,”
Candace said as her eyes closed in response to Jameson’s touch.
    “Mm.
You love lunatics,” Jameson reminded her.
    Candace
opened her eyes and pulled Jameson in for a kiss. “Guilty as charged,” she
confessed.
    ***
    “Not
that I am not happy to see you,” Michelle said as she led her younger brother
through the door. “But, what the hell are you doing here?” she asked. Jonah
shrugged uncomfortably. “Jonah?” Michelle asked with growing concern.
    “I
tried to call,” he said. “I tried to call
Mom and J.D. too. I just…I can’t face them.”
    Michelle
was puzzled. “Face them? What did you do? Get arrested or something?” she asked
her brother.
    Jonah
shook his head and sighed dramatically. “No. Worse,” he said as he looked at
his feet.
    “You
flunked out of grad school? What?” she urged him as Melanie walked in the room
still slightly disheveled and sleepy.
    “I
got my girlfriend pregnant,” he said bluntly.
    Michelle
stood dumbfounded. “You have a girlfriend?”
    Melanie
grinned uncomfortably. “I’ll make the coffee. ”
    ***
    “Jesus,
Jameson,” Candace moaned.
    Jameson
continued her sensual assault. The one part of short separations that Jameson
did look forward to was the inevitable reunion. Making love with Candace was
sometimes the only way that Jameson felt she could adequately convey the
emotions she held for her wife. Two years had not diminished the desire she
felt for Candace. In fact, it seemed to grow with each passing day. It amazed
Jameson. She looked down at Candace’s flushed cheeks and smiled. “I love you.”
    Candace
reached up and cupped Jameson’s face in her hands. “I love you too,” she said,
pulling Jameson to her for a passionate kiss.
    “Where
was I?” Jameson asked lightly. “I think I was,” Jameson stopped to place a
sensual kiss on Candace’s neck. “Yeah, that was it. Right there,” she
whispered. Her hands fell along Candace’s sides slowly as her kiss trailed over
Candace’s throat. Jameson lifted her hands and addressed the buttons on
Candace’s silk blouse one by one until it fell open. “Beautiful,” she sighed.
She lowered her lips over the swell of Candace’s breasts and gently removed
Candace’s bra.
    Candace
looked down at Jameson as Jameson’s lips hovered over her breast. “Jameson,”
she called