She greeted him with a kiss — the first time she had ever kissed him — and Melanie said: “Frank, you’ve helped me a lot this past year. Xxx You put me up the time John locked me out of my apartment. He was considerate in many other things; how would he be where it could count the most? He finally inserted a finger and ran it around to feel the ridges inside of her. She had never thought of him that way, but she could have done worse. Most of that year she was living with a man whose name doesn’t matter here, because Melanie worked on forgetting it herself. The signs of Frank’s excitement became very noticeable in a short time. She lay there before drifting off to sleep thinking about Frank and wondering whether she really should follow her impulse toward him.
