Good Neighbours Are A Blessing.
Joe sat on the edge of the bed in their dimly lit bedroom, his palms slick as he rubbed them together. The air smelled faintly of Martha's lavender lotion, mixed with the undertone of their weekly laundry detergent on the sheets. It was Saturday night, the kids out for the night, and their routine had settled into something comfortable: missionary under the covers, a quick release, her soft sighs ...