It s Always the Quiet OnesChapter 4 Wednesday
At seven thirty-one in the morning, Marie's mouth tasted like peppermint toothpaste. They stood in the front foyer wrapped in each other's arms and kissing each other a good morning. She obviously had gotten up early this morning and prepared herself in expectation of his arrival. That's right. No morning breath today! She was in her favorite blue terrycloth robe again, and by the uninterrupted feel of the cloth as he caressed his hands across her back and butt, Eddie figured that was...