He was big and going deep, getting deeper, getting there, getting her there, and then the alarm went off, and it was just a dream ... mostly dream. She was wet and swollen and tingly, but empty, and she worried the cotton panty-cloth into the heart of moisture. The alarm’s buzz wasn’t right for this. She sighed and swiveled out of bed.

Bob’s shower rattled. You better not be jerking off in there, MaryLee thought as she slipped into her robe. “Want company?” she called. “Company?” she repeated. Bob killed the spray. “Can’t,” he said, “Busy day ... Could you find me a towel? Maybe pack me a lunch?”

MaryLee spread the jelly thick, just the way he liked it. “Green apple or red?” she called, thinking about his cute wobble. “Kindergarten doesn’t start ‘til one,” she shouted crimping the sack. “Come home for a quickie,” she whispered, “If you’re not busy. Oops, forgot the damn napkin.” “What?” he said from the hallway. Smiling, MaryLee shucked off her red panties, tucked them into the bag, and hurried to the door. “Your lunch, sir,” she said as Bob shrugged into his coat. “And a kiss.”