The Wife of a Lesser Man (LA Cops Series Book 1) by Sandy Appleyard Page A

Don’t wait up.’  Her response was ‘No problem.  Yoga night….with Sarah!’
    She placed her cell phone in the side pocket of the yoga bag and her exercise clothing and gear into the large pocket and zipped it up.  Looking down at her clothing, she realized she needed to change out of her housecleaning clothes before leaving.  There was a noticeable hole in the upper part of her shirt; it was the same worn out shirt that Mark had given her as an anniversary gift.  Remembering how he reacted the last time she wore it in front of him, she stood in front of her dressing mirror and touched the hole. 
    You could almost clearly see her breasts through the shirt and now part of her nipple poked out if she bent down slightly.  Her hand went up inside the shirt and she stuck her finger through the hole to determine if it was too large to be mended.  When her finger touched her nipple, the warmth made it harden.  The sensation caused Shelley to close her eyes for a moment.  Thoughts began running through her mind of the many times she and Mark made love.  It had been so long.  Her hands began caressing her breasts, remembering how it felt when Mark did this.  She moaned quietly with pleasure. 
    She pulled her shirt off and the rest of her clothes as she continued to reminisce about her seemingly absent sex life.  As she lay on the bed, her heart pumped rapidly in long lost pleasure.  When Shelley climaxed, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever have an orgasm with Mark ever again.  The thought saddened her and she grasped the covers from Mark’s side of the bed.  She took his pillow and held it in her arms.  His scent remained there from the previous night.  Her face was enveloped in the soft, woody scent of his cologne and the softness that lay next to his own face each night.
    For a moment Shelley thought why am I sad?  Mark wasn’t taken from me; he’s still here.  I should be thankful for that.  We can still spend the rest of our lives together and this dry spell could be only temporary.   She swallowed and peered over at the picture of her and Mark on their wedding day sitting on the night stand.  But what if it’s not temporary?  What if we can never make love again? 
    The shirt was puddled on the floor with the rest of her dirty housecleaning clothes.  She took the wad of soiled laundry and threw it in the garbage bin next to the bed. 
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    Sarah pulled up to the recreation centre first.  There was no sign of Shelley yet.  Her cell phone wasn’t flashing so there were no new messages.  She took a sip out of her water bottle and turned up the volume on the radio.  People were coming and leaving the centre in a constant flow.  Both families and single men and women of all ages entered and exited.  This was entertainment for her given her line of work; there it was impolite to stare.  Her line of sight was from the second row of cars; she was lucky enough to get a spot close to the entrance.  Good things always came to those who waited and she had sat idling at the front curb for a few minutes, waiting to follow someone to their car; a trick she had learned after many years of parking in the downtown area.
    As she navigated through the radio stations, she looked up and saw the most handsome man.  He was tall and slender with dark brown wavy hair cut eighties style like Patrick Swayze.  He had blue green eyes and a cleft chin.  His jacket was slightly open and his hair was still damp from either his workout or a shower afterward.  The workout bag that he carried was large and shaped like a tennis racket.  Sarah watched him like a puma awaiting her prey.  He walked right behind her car and she watched him from her rear view mirror.  His ass was very shapely and round, like she could grab it in her hand easily.  The bag shifted to his right hand and he grabbed his keys out of his pocket, pulled them out and proceeded to open the trunk of his car…..right beside