When I got home from work last night I was tired. I planned on reading for a while and then straightening up around the house. I laid down with Peanut to read around 6, I woke up at 8:35.
Jake came home from work and looked around curiously, “What have you done since you have been home?”, he asked.
“Nothing much,” I said. “I took a nap so that I would be awake to have sex when you came to bed tonight,” I finished, trying to sound as if that really were the truth…like I would say something like that anytime. (Really I said this so that he wouldn’t be pissed at me, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that there was some truth to the statement.)
Jake laughed and went about his usual evening routine. While he was eating I told him that I thought our new jobs were putting a choke hold on our sex life. He agreed. While he was putting away his dishes I went to the bedroom and changed from a flannel night shirt into a short strappy black nightie.
Jake had returned to his spot on the couch and was watching Terminator 2. I asked him if he were ready for bed, he shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes later I got up and stood in front of him, he starred at my cleavage. I took a couple of steps toward the bedroom and asked if he were coming to bed.
"In a little bit," he said."Are you serious?" I said, exasperated.
You could nearly see the light bulbs flickering to life above his head. "You want to do it, don't you?"
"Nope!" I rolled my eyes and stalked off down the hall. "I just though t I would dress like this to impress the empty room I am headed to, alone."
Jake smiled and laughed again. I went to bed. Alone and unsatisfied.
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