She heard her husband get out of bed and head toward the bathroom. She wasn’t sure if she should bolt or wait. It was too early to head to the art center, but she didn’t know what else to do with her time. Bake! She decided if she baked cookies, that would keep her busy and her husband satisfied his wife was doing something wifey.

About a half hour later, he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. She knew what that meant, but not today. She was already showered and dressed.

He came up from behind and put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She could feel him getting aroused. As if a guardian angel was watching over her, the timer rang on the oven. “Oops. Can’t let these burn.” She jiggled away from him and put on oven mitts.

“Well, maybe while they’re cooling down before I do?” He sounded rebuffed.

“Oh, hon, not now, please.” Tori was sweet, but she knew it didn’t land well with him.

“Fine.” He let out an exaggerated sigh and meandered out of the kitchen.

Tori looked up at the ceiling, mouthed the words, “thank you,” and gave a sigh of relief.

She checked the digital clock on the stove. It wasn’t even close to nine. She had to find something to do to keep herself occupied. Maybe she would stop in the office to check the mail. It would kill some time. She yelled down the hallway, “See you later, honey. There’s food in the fridge for you to heat up later.” She heard a grunt in the distance. His way of saying, “Have a nice day.”