The Final Flicker
Janet lit the candles and poured the wine. She turned on the radio — a little Quiet Storm to set the mood. She checked her reflection one last time. The nightgown and robe shimmered in the low light; the flowing satin would romanticize any figure. Then she sat down on the couch and waited. Not for him to show up — she had no illusions that he'd actually keep his word. And not for the inevitable phone call about his office or his car or his wife. No. Janet waited for the moment when she could...