"So I said to her... I says, 'Janie, I don't go to work to put clothes in your closet every week. Some of that's got to go to groceries and what not, and she says..." A burst of robust male laughter rolled across the lawn followed by the closing of a door. Sophie reluctantly loosened her embrace on Christie, pulling away though her tongue was still eager to taste the blonde's kisses. Christie opened her eyes and Sophie was frowning, peering through the leaves at the men in suits who were tromping down the path that led to some of the newer sculptures.

"I suppose we'd better get back before...