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would take it; hoping he would be interested in it. As if sensing that someone was thinking of him, Jessica’s husband opened the door to the old, wooden home; the entire place quivering in a wave of cold in the few seconds that the door was open. The contrast of icy cold and furnace hot enough of a tactile sensation for Jessica to feel her breath hitch and her nipples to harden under her top. Slowly she pulled off her apron and pulled her hair out of her bun giving it a shake; somewhere along the way all the layers of clothes and minimal maintenance had become the norm for both her and her husband hiding her figure. She had been a woman of just forty-five when she married her husband and entered into the same semi-immortal lifestyle