Light of an Old FlameChapter 2
It was nearly midnight when Samantha opened the door of her darkened house. Her husband had probably gone to bed hours before. She slipped off her shoes and padded through the house and into the master suite where he lay sleeping, heading toward the bathroom. Closing the door and turning the lights down low, she stripped out of her dress, bra and panties for the second time that night. Standing in her stockinged feet she looked at herself in the mirror. He had been right, "a night to...