Markus followed, admiring her firm white legs. They were shapely legs and muscled from all the jogging she did. He noticed the bottle of wine and the almost empty glass on the coffee table in front of the white sofa which contained too many cushions. He could never figure out why women needed so many cushions and unnecessary clutter. His mother had been the same. Penelope withdrew another glass from the cabinet towards the far end of the room and poured wine into it then handed it to Markus who set it down on the coffee table. She waited for him to stand up straight again then kissed him passionately, one hand behind his head pulling him down and the other around his waist.

                “Wow,” he said when she released him, “you’ll have...

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