Making Love

In the dining room, there are many food menus on the table. The table surrounded by twelve chippendale-style English chairs was attended by only Nick and Jess. It was silent, only the clinking of spoons could be heard. Occasionally Nick stole glances, but Jess was busy averting her eyes at the beautiful East Indian porcelain set that lay on the small dark brown table.

"Jessy, are you all right?" Nick asked after eating.

"Yes, I'm Good. I'm going to my room."

"I will catch up after solving my problem." Nick gave his wife a long kiss on the forehead, then walked to the library.