After Frank left to visit his lawyer, Roxanne showered and dressed casually in jeans and a large T-shirt. Her long hair was tied loosely at her neck. She removed the sheets from Frank’s bed and replaced them with fresh linen; it was one way of erasing Betty’s presence.

She stood in the doorway of her own room looking at the rumpled bed. A smile flickered across her face as she remembered that morning. She felt as if she could never have enough of Frank’s lovemaking. Already she longed for his return.

What had he meant when he said “I have an idea about school”? She stripped the bedding, revealing the telltale stains. Before she straightened the sheet she bent and inhaled the, still strong, scent of their sex. Immediately she was aroused.

She finished tidying the bedrooms, the bathroom and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. She stood in the centre of the sun lit room and spread her arms wide. Slowly she turned round several times. It felt wonderful to think she and Frank were free to live as they wished, at least, within the walls of this house.

She busied herself dusting and vacuuming. Then she started the supper, making a marinade and thawing chicken breasts ready to go on the BBQ just before Frank got home. She made a sandwich and grabbed a can of pop.

With all her chores done, Roxie ran back up to her room and changed into her bikini; she grabbed a trashy novel, a bottle of sun cream and her sunglasses. As she passed through the kitchen she grabbed her lunch. Out by the pool she spread her towel out and lay on her stomach to read her book.

The afternoon drifted by. Occasionally Roxanne surreptitiously touched herself, remembering the times Frank’s fingers had been there. It was hard not to go further but she felt exposed and vulnerable in the open so she refrained.

She was drowsing, drifting in and out of sleep when suddenly she heard the soft sound of bare feet and Frank was walking out with two frosty glasses of iced tea.

“Hi Daddy. Are you early? Supper’s not ready yet.” She took off her shades and sat up, squinting in the sun.

“Don’t worry. I’m not hungry. We have all the time in the world.”

Frank sat on a seat close by Roxanne and handed her a glass of tea. He looked down at his lanky daughter, her tanned legs seemed to go on forever and her face glowed with health and happiness.

He raised his glass towards her. “Here’s to us.” He said