Waking up to Conelly Martinez straddling your body and eyeing you seductively was a testament to three things:

1. Regina Abbott was a blubbering mess whenever Conelly was around. Even after being married for four years now.

2. Conelly was a woman who can still ooze sex even after a night of passion. Her black hair and her tanned skin and her delightful voice seemed custom-built to hit her heart.

3. The sex was beyond great – but that was true ever since they first slept together back in high school, the summer before Conelly went off to college in Chicago.

With the bedsheets covering the two, the woman looked at Regina like a toy. Conelly grabbed some strands of her wife's ginger hair and twirled it around her fingers.

"Hola, chica," she said in her soft, teasing voice. "Did you know your hair glows like that in the sun?"

"Uh," Regina stuttered. "No…? I mean…yes?"

Her wife leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "You are so cute when you act all indecisive!" Conelly teased afterward.

"That's the thing, Connie!" Regina replied using the nickname she gave her. "I can't be anything else!"

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it! Look at it, Reg!" she said, using the nickname she gave her. "We're here, we're together. It's alright. I wouldn't ask for anything else." She got off of her and lay down next to her right. "Well, it's 7 o'clock," she continued. "You wanna get ready? It's the ol' morning grind at the restaurant!"

"Yeah, but it'll take a while," she said. I'm still wet and a little sore."

Conelly bumped her fist on Regina's bare shoulder. "That's my girl," she quipped. Then she stood up from the bed and walked out of their bedroom to the bathroom, giving the redhead an eyeful of her body as she did so. Regina looked at her with embarrassment. Somehow, even after seeing her naked (and then some) so many times, she still couldn't get used to the sight. She stewed in a bit of shame.

Conelly returned to the bedroom after a few minutes covered in a towel. Regina's embarrassment subsided as her wife opened the closet and picked out her clothes. She took out a fresh black bra and panties, a pair of black pants, and a red blouse then went off to the partition on the far side of the room to dress up.

At that moment, she went out of the bedroom and went off to the bathroom as well. It was a normal-sized bathroom, with a toilet, bathtub, shower, and other things a bathroom would have. She turned on the shower and let the hot water run over her, relieving the soreness of last night.

Having a woman like Conelly do her to high heaven was great, but it wasn't really all transformational or something. After having their first time, it took a couple of days to get the shock out of her system. She was surprised that she didn't feel that much different from before. Sure her body got a bit more responsive to touch and gave off an air of slight excitement, but other than that, she was still the same old Reggie, as she called herself (or Reg, as Conelly called her). She's somewhat older and a hell of a lot wiser, but she's still the peppy redhead she'd always been, intercourse or no.

At least until Conelly came into her life. That's when the nervous wreck part of her came into play and never left. The fact that the Colombian-American literally threw herself at her life made it somewhat easier. Which was a bit disappointing, since she was pretty assertive when she was around other people.

But hey, at least she had company. Or at least a wife who operates similarly.

When she finished, she took a towel to dry up her hair and then wrapped it around her body. When she came back to the room, Conelly was sitting on the bed completely dressed up.

Well, almost.

Technically, she was, in her red blouse and black pants, but she wasn't wearing the gray beanie that Regina had almost always seen her wear since the day she met her. Yesterday was one of the few times she didn't wear it. Today she was holding it in her hand.

It wouldn't have been noteworthy if it weren't for that smirk on her face.

"Uh, Connie?" Regina said nervously as Conelly stood up and approached her. "Could you…cut it out? I mean, I'm not saying I don't like it, but you know I've been trying so hard not to fall apart at the sight of you because you're so beautiful and sexy and whatnot because we're married and I think I'm supposed to–"

She placed the hat on her head. Conelly adjusted it to fit Regina by pulling the back of it down a bit. She eyed her wife and smirked.

"I've had it for a while, and then I decided you should try it out," she said. "It's been years since we got together. I thought it would look good on you. Don't worry, there's no lice or dandruff or anything. I took care of it."

She turned to look at the mirror on a dresser on the side of the room. Granted, she wasn't wearing anything else besides a towel, but Regina looked at it and decided the beanie did suit her.

She turned back to Conelly and got flustered again.

"Oh, um…thanks Connie," she said. "It does look nice. Though I think some more clothes would help. I mean, I could get away with it in some place like in Europe or something, but, you know…"

"Oh, right," Conelly said with embarrassment.

She looked at her side of the closet and picked out her undergarments (beige), a shirt (off-white), and pants (burnt yellow). Then she went behind the partition, took off her towel, and put on the clothes. When she came out fully dressed, Conelly eyed her again.

"You're right," she quipped. "It did help."

"Thanks," Regina replied.

The two of them went off to the garage of their house, a medium-sized two-story blue house with a garage, a lawn with a tree and a tire swing on it, and a backyard with a patio. Regina opened the garage door to reveal their car, a Nissan Leaf. Conelly went in and started it up. As the vehicle exited the garage, Regina closed the door and followed the vehicle to the end of the driveway, where it sat waiting for her to sit shotgun.

And so began another day in Bethune, Iowa.