Reluctant SwappersChapter 3
Ron Fleming woke the next morning to the familiar sound of dishes clattering and the smell of cooked bacon. He opened his eyes slowly, saw the late morning sun patterned on the wall opposite the bed, and stretched his sleep stiffened limbs under the rumpled sheets. He yawned his body awake, and then lay still, listening to Sharon's movements in the kitchen. The memories of the night before grated in his mind along with the pain of a slight hangover, and he groaned. What had possessed him?...