I heard the door close downstairs. "Did you remember the bread?" I called down to her.
"Shit! No, I'll go back." I knew she was tired but her voice said more. She was exhausted. I stood up and went down.
"That's okay," I told her. "I'm out of beer anyway." I pulled my jacket from the chair where I usually 'hang' it. "Do we need anything else?" I do most of the shopping anyway, so I was pretty sure we didn't need anything critical. Still, she might want something.
"I don't know. Maybe a new life," she said with a sigh. She sat on the couch and kicked off her shoes. I looked at her -- really looked for the first time in a long time. The pretty girl I married was in there somewhere, but she was under about a million years of work days and mortgage payments.
I dropped my jacket and went to her. She frowned up at me. "Aren't you going for bread and beer?"
"Yeah, but not right now," I told her. I took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come along, Dear." She followed me, still frowning.
In the bedroom I pulled her suit coat off. Her blouse followed it to the floor. She was frowning while I got rid of the skirt and hose. By the time I rolled her panties over her hips and knelt to lift each foot out of them, one at a time, she was grinning through the frown. I kissed her belly, just above the swell of her hairless mound. Then I licked down and she gripped the back of my head. She was trying -- but not very hard -- to pull me away. I was determined.