Chapter 12
Late the following afternoon, Marty came home in an exuberant frame of mind.
As soon as Laura fastened a glance at his crotch, she knew that he was ready for s*x. Marty wasn't coming on all that strong lately, but this was one of those special occasions. She could tell from the mischievous little twinkle in his eyes that he'd had enough to drink to make him high. Certainly not enough to get him drunk. But certainly enough to at least make him feel a wild sense of anticipation, the kind that would release from him the tensions of his life and cause him to focus on pleasure.
"Let's go right to the bedroom," he told her. "Baby, I want to do it with you. I want to screw you in the worst way."
"Since we're married, and since it's legal for us to have s*x, I guess there's nothing
