A little late getting home after a hard day, Meghan was eager for Beth’s comforting embrace and hurried to the bedroom. No sign of Beth but for her scrubs haphazardly draped over the chair. Must be in the shower, thought Meghan, but the bathroom was empty. The mirror was slightly fogged, and a towel lay on the floor, so Beth must have had that shower. Meghan tried the office. No Beth. Not in the guest bedroom, either. Meghan went to the door leading to the back patio and there was Beth, naked, seated on the old iron bench, her feet propped on the tiny table, a hand between her legs. Meghan watched Beth’s masturbation.