Strawberries For BreakfastChapter 7 Masseuse
Sunday Afternoon I got home from golf, hurrying to make time for a shower before Jody got home. I was thinking of a quiet dinner at home, assuming she would have had enough dining out in the past four days. I was looking forward to having some time together. I put the bottle of our favorite wine down on the counter on my way past and then heard the beep of the voice mail. Suspiciously, I pressed the play button. Phone Message: Hi sweetheart! We're still having a terrific time, honey. The...