“No, we cannot get a cat!” Ari glared at Marisol. “I don’t care how cute the kittens are. No cats!”
It was not their first fight. Lately, it seemed as though they were arguing all the time. Marisol had taken the news especially hard. She now spent most of her time away from Ari, either at work or playing instruments. When they did hold conversations, they were strained and tense.
Ari found himself complaining about his marriage to Jessica Hawt, the gorgeous athletic trainer who had been flirting with him incessantly. “Maybe,” she said, trailing the tips of her fingers along Ari’s arm, “you should take a little break from her. Could be good for both of you.” She gave Ari her cell phone number and invited him to come over her house.
He didn’t intend to take up Jessica on her offer. But after three months of the cold shoulder from Marisol and no sex whatsoever, he was going out of his mind. So one Sunday afternoon, he went out for a walk and found himself at Jessica’s house.