Giselle Lambert quickly pushed him away, “You were too rough last night, and it hurt. We can’t tonight.”

Henry Jefferson paused for a moment, then without a word, he pulled down her trousers to inspect the injury. It was indeed swollen and red, looking pitifully tender.

He had lost his temper the previous evening, his actions driven by sheer frustration.

Touching the sore spot with a gentle caress, he stood and said, “I’ll get some ointment.”

Relieved, ...