Tapped Out

This is post 45 of Section III. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here

Back at home, they settled the dogs and gazed briefly at their incomprehensible descendants, curled together in Chloe’s old bedroom, then climbed into bed with pajamas on for form’s sake, even though Bennett believed they would soon come off. But Gwen still had one last concern to air.
“Ed?”
“Yes?” He felt the darkness and warmth settling over him and fought against them, placing a hand on Gwen’s still shapely leg beneath the blankets.
“You haven’t said much about tonight. Was it a nice party?”
Evasive maneuvers seemed in order. “Oh yes,” he said. “Quite a shindig.”
“That’s good. I’m happy for them.”
Danger averted. He resumed his tentative exploration of the leg.
“Ed?”
“Yes?” The exploration halted.
After a silence she continued. “I can’t believe it’s so hard to say this. But you know how when we first discussed your going to the party you mentioned something about your ‘untapped sexual potential’?”
Bennett recollected with effort. “Yes?”
“Do you think you might really have some?”
He laughed aloud.
“Shh, Ed. You’ll wake the kids,” she said, but she had her arms around him now, and his were around her.
“Trust me,” he said, looking down at her eyes, faintly visible in the light from outside filtering in through the sheers. “It’s tapped.” He kissed her deeply and gratefully.

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