“I’m gonna go lie down upstairs,” Jodi mumbled around a yawn, as she grabbed her pillow and cellphone and headed upstairs while he sat there, wondering why she wasn’t terrorizing the neighborhood by now.
It had been twenty minutes and…nothing.
She wasn’t running around the house, stripping naked as she made her way towards the front door, throwing a bag of flour in the oven to bake him a cake, trying to jump out the window, or going live on Facebook so that she could reminisce about just good it had felt that time he’d bent her over the picnic table in his parents’ backyard and fucked her and it was actually scaring him a bit. By now she should be doing something to scar him for life, but instead of doing all those things that terrified him, she was going upstairs to take a nap.
Or was she…