How many years had it been since she’d last seen it? Ten, maybe? ‘Too long,’ she said out loud as she turned the key in the ignition and let the...engine rumble quickly to a halt. Another deep breath, then Helen unlocked the doors and stepped out, taking a moment to collect her bags from the back seat. She trudged through the waterlogged grass and stepped up to the front door, reluctant to set her things down on the wet cement. She reached up to the top of the doorframe and felt around on the. She was enjoying the evening breeze and she cried quietly to herself in her misery, she wanted her husband.She could not accept that he was all that important and she knew that there were plenty of other competent surgeons available. He should at least, she thought, have arranged cover for his wedding night. This was her honeymoon and she had anticipated a night of passion and sex.Her whole being had prepared itself for a night of passionate love making, but that was to be frustrated because of. Then he bent forward to kiss her right tit. When he sucked the nipple, a thrill ran through her. Her left tit was chilly, but she felt hot between her legs.“Oh, Marilyn.”“Oh, Andy.” She’d finally found a response to his habitual comment on any intimacy between them. After another long kiss, she straightened her clothes. They got back into the front seat, and he drove them back. He seemed to be going away from the light pollution at first, but they were on the highway going towards campus soon. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top like she often did when she went running or to work out. She was red-faced.“What in the hell is going on, Faith?” Larry asked as soon as she came inside.“Nothing is going on,” Faith explained, sitting down across from her husband. “He’s a nude model. I was painting him. That’s all.”“Oh, come on,” Larry protested, “you expect me to believe that? He had a giant boner and was stroking it! You weren’t painting when I came in, either! You were standing.