She reclined back on her pillow, feeling depressed. It looked like tomorrow was going to be the day, and Otis would be gone. His rotation at the station began this afternoon. Damn! She tossed aside the covers and slowly climbed from the bed. She was brewing herself a cup of herbal tea when Otis sidled up behind her. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “Mornin’ baby.” “Mornin’,” she responded glumly and when Otis’s mouth returned to the side of her neck, she hunched her shoulder irritably. He slowly straightened. “I can see you’re in a wonderful mood. Thermometer give you some bad news this mornin’?” “It looks like tomorrow.” “So recreational sex today is out of the question, I guess.” His voice turned bitter. “Gotta save up all those sperm for when they’ll really count!” “I don’t suppose you could come home for a while tomorrow.” “No, dammit, I can’t.” He grabbed her by the shoulders. “How long are we going to keep putting ourselves through this, Lola?
