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One night I woke from fitful dreams to the sound of mysterious groans and deep exhalations. The room was shaking. My God, an earthquake, I thought. And in New Jersey! I turned over to alert my wife.
But she wasn't there.
It was dark.
Then I saw her at the foot of the bed, rubbing herself against one of the posters of our four-posts bed.
She looked happy.