It was at least three weeks since Angela and I had had sex of any kind.

I wasn’t even sure when I’d last seen her naked. We were both seriously stressed out. I was working 12- to 14-hour days, planning and flying missions for our tanker aircraft, and Angela was in college full time with a looming midterm. We’d been snapping and yelling at each other for no reason, and things were spiraling out of control.

After a grueling mission, I was hoping to bunk down for a couple of hours before Angela would come home from school. With little effort I drifted off to sleep on a pile of pillows that gave off her scent.

When I awoke it was five in the afternoon, much later than I had planned to sleep. Angela, bless her, had been very quiet when she got home. I got out of bed reminding myself what... Read More