Ann and the HandymanChapter 89
When I awoke, the sun was streaming through the windows. In the excitement following my spontaneous sex session with the policeman the night before, I'd forgotten to close the curtains. I eased myself out of bed, careful not to wake a softly snoring Lena, and shrugged on a bathrobe. Down in the kitchen I made coffee, toast and some cereal, the clock on the wall said it was nine thirty. I was sitting happily munching my way through my Special K when I heard the toilet flush and a few seconds...