He never expected fireworks either. Their sexual relationship very quickly took a back seat to the demands of their babies and Johnny's ever-changing work hours. As a policeman he'd worked all three shifts at different times. He had been a good husband, loyal and affectionate, but not at all sexually demanding. Neither of the Mays had minded going weeks without sex. Maggie's thoughts drifted from the past to the present. She already knew that Greg Wilder was a very different type of man from Johnny. He was hotheaded, more physical, more demanding and—she swallowed—far more sexually experienced than Johnny had been. She could tell by the way he kissed, by his sure, confident caresses. And his physical relationship with his wife must have differed drastically from hers with Johnny. Greg wouldn't be satisfied with a quick good-night kiss on the cheek for weeks on end, as Johnny had been. The thought both excited and depressed her and she wondered why. At three-thirty, Kevin and Kari and Josh and Wendy all gathered in the school office and Maggie drove them to the Woodland Children's Center where Max spent his days—mornings in the preschool program and afternoons in day care.
