CHAPTER ONE

He was having a sex dream about her. She was licking him. And she was kissing the wet trail of her tongue along his thigh.

“Happy anniversary,” she said. But it wasn’t her voice.

It was his wife’s voice, waking him from the best part of the dream. And it was his wife’s fingers on his cock as she said, “Well, look who’s up early.”

Evan opened his eyes and saw his wife staring at him. “Happy anniversary, sweetie,” he said, sleep in his voice, secrets in his head. He kissed his wife and tasted Listerine.

“Brush your teeth,” she said. “Then come back to bed.” It was a mother’s advice given in the soft tone of a lover.

He got out of bed, disappointing his penis. On the way to the bathroom, his penis disappointed him, sulking and shrinking inside his paisley pj’s.