It wasn't that she had never laid another man, Jill thought, self-consciously turning her back as she unbuttoned her blouse. She had made love to two other men besides her husband; well-one boy and one man, and neither of the affairs had turned out to be much. Jill slid out of the blouse and hung it on the back of the chair, her skin gone chilly and goosebumpy. Her husband had been the only real lover for her, the only man to truly arouse her passions and satisfy them. Now she was only moments away from cheating on him, just seconds from giving the private places of her body to a stranger that she didn't love, and could never love.