The ferry ride part of my daily commute was when I indulged in introspection — and salacious sexual daydreams.

Lately, I’d been brooding too much about my marriage. I loved my husband, but Roy and I were definitely in a rut. My imagination often ran wild to compensate for the lack of actual sex in my life.

At 32, I still felt sexy and found Roy attractive, but we were failing to connect in the bedroom, mostly because of our bustling careers which kept us too busy and left us exhausted. I remembered the first years of being married, when we’d still behaved like horny young lovers. Now we were an overworked couple who hardly had time to see one another.

The ferryboat takes about 25 minutes to carry cars and passengers across the wide bay. Sometimes I sit in my vehicle. Other times I go up... Read More