chapter 1
fiction
HUFFINGTON
09.23.12
“But then why more money?” he asked, moving his chair
closer to her. “Wasn’t it just a game? Don’t you like our sex?
Isn’t sex its own reward? What can we do differently?”
He reached out his hand, warm from cupping the mug, and
placed it on her collarbone, tracing the line with his finger.
“It’s good,” Janet said briskly, “I