The unfairness of it all infuriated her. She could stand it no longer. Day in, day out, she went to work only to return to John Cassidy.<br/><br/>John, the first boy she had kissed in school. Captain of the baseball team. Coach's son. John, who worked a cushy office job during the war while her friends' husbands died. John, who wanted children and had not touched her once since she told him she refused. John, who suggested separate bedrooms. She had agreed, of course. The nights spent lying on her side, facing away from the only man she had ever known, had not endeared her to their marriage of five years.<br/><br/>How stupid she had been! How gullible! She had let her mother, father, brothers, and sister talk her into the fairytale - the "American Dream!" Ha! She looked up at the tall veteran with another ruby-lipped smile. What harm could there be in befriending him? What harm was there in falling in love again - perhaps for the first time?<br/><br/>After all, John had found himself someone to amuse him. He must have. No man went nearly a year without.<br/><br/>She was determined. It would not be an affair, but it would be<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>"So, if you're clear on everything... Do you have any questions? And have they given you the keys?"