That's the least I can do, right? For some reason the silver shine of the condom wrapper catches my eye again. I look at it and I think back to the sh...ower. That sensation… Maybe Milan was right. I push his head off of me again."What is it this time?" he jokes. "Are you getting exhausted?"I smile a bit. "I was thinking… maybe, you know, I can consider using that condom…" Milan immediately starts grinning the biggest smile ever. "Really?" he asks in disbelief."I didn't really think about it well. It was dinner time but no dinner was being prepared. Mom was still on the couch, apparently asleep. She had rolled to her side and her skirt was up so that her panty covered hip was showing. Jerry and I found some left overs in the fridge that we warmed and ate. Jerry then went to his room as he usually did after dinner.I checked on mom again. She was still asleep so I covered her with a blanket and went to my room where I lay on the bed and read. I must have lost track of time because. Then there was a healthy romp in the sack with my husband Mike after which I fell asleep exhausted.The next morning, after I got Mike off to work and the kids off to school, I sat down at the kitchen table to balance my checkbook. As I pulled the checkbook out of my purse I saw the lottery tickets. I had completely forgotten that I had them. I got a quarter out of my change purse and began on the scratch tickets. The very first one was a forty-dollar winner. The next two were losers, but the. The local hotel was still open though it was relatively deserted except for some late night poker machine players. I parked out front of it while we finished our hamburgers and Cokes. "I'll give it ten minutes, if nothing has happened by then we're going home," I said between bites of my burger and sips of my Coke.We both sat there in silence for most of the ten minutes until Anne jabbed me in the ribs and pointed up the hill opposite the hotel. "Looks like another Karen Marshall type situation.