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Carolyn heard her parents come home from University President Jefferson’s party shortly after two a.m. and tried not to listen as the familiar argument started once again.
“John, please … not tonight. I’m worn out,” her mother’s voice came distinctly, even though there were two rooms separating Carolyn’s bedroom and her parents.
“Not tonight … not last night … not tomorrow night . . . not any night, if you have your say.” John Dunn’s deep baritone was bitter.
“I’ve given you my permission to turn elsewhere.”
“Big deal, as my students say. Big deal! Well, I’m not interested in other women. I want you . . . Her honor, Superior Court Judge Margaret Dunn . . . my wife.”
Carolyn heard her mother’s sigh of resignation. “All right, then. But do hurry. I’m tired, and I have a full calendar of cases tomorrow.”
The bed creaked as weight shifted, then there was the sound of a low groan from her mother as naked flesh slapping against naked flesh began.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.