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It was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had to work late again. So much for a romantic dinner with my husband. Working at the same place, day after day, year after year, when I hated the job and pretty much everyone there could really take a lot of me. I drove home in a daze, thinking that since it was already ten at night, I would have just enough time for a kiss before I went to bed. Sometimes I really hated my job. I pulled up in the driveway and the whole house was dark. Looks like my hubby already went to bed. Great. I don’t even get a kiss for Valentine’s day. What a rip-off. He’d still been asleep when I left this morning, and I hadn’t seen him all day. Worst Valentine’s Day ever.

I walked up the concrete path to the door and noticed that he’d shovelled the snow away for me. How sweet. He must have gotten my text about almost busting my ass on the way to the car this morning. I unlocked the door and walked in. The fish tank in the corner gave off a soothing turquoise glow and made me feel a little better about the day, but not much. It had been weeks since my husband and I had sex and I had to say that I was not one bit happy with that arrangement. I kicked off my shoes and hung up my coat. The silence of the house was overwhelming. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake my husband. I opened the door to the bedroom. My eyes widened as I took in the scene.

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