She had another Long Island, and sunned herself.

He wasn’t so bad.

A little careful.

A little quick.

A little Labradoodle-ish without his shirt on.

But….

He cared.

He listened.

He held her.

She wanted to tell him that, but it always came out as….

“Again, Michael.”

“Jan, I-I’m tired.”

"Fine I'll be on top."