Jennyer, she could not give herself up as easily as Adam to sleep. She listen to her breath and in the lunar twilight she watched her profile. When he slept, he was losing that aggressive mask that had replaced his loving smile from the first years, and she was finding the man she had loved. Then in the silence of the night, she always found him as handsome and seductive. She swallowed her years and slid as close to the edge of the bed as possible plunging her face into the pillow to feel less lonely. Enter the world of Jennyfer, a free woman: The flight of a woman.
