"Why? I already grabbed a hamburger on the way home." He noticed her crestfallen expression, and then hurriedly appended his statement, trying to lift her mood. "Baby, I didn't want you to feel like you had to hurry and fix me something when I got home. I thought it would help you out.

"Why don't we go upstairs..." A suggestive caress of her shapely bottom. "I could really use a neck rub."

Giving them their privacy, I busied myself by clattering dishes about in the sink and ignoring their footsteps as they left the living room.

The house was still as I crept back downstairs for my weakness: a handful...