CHAPTER FOUR
It was about two weeks later when d**k Blaster took to thinking seriously about the problems he was having in his married life. His job was working out well, better than he'd ever imagined possible. For one thing, for no reason he could think of, he'd been given a new, better territory for selling his Vegi-Peel line of M.L.A. Kitchen Tools. The more lucrative territory was a fine gift, it seemed, from whatever powers that be-perhaps an inadvertent gift, but helpful nonetheless. And this extra money should have made his married life that much the better. He had more cash to spend, almost immediately, and he had a little more time on his hands as well. But somehow these usually helpful luxuries didn't matter all that much to d**k and Margo Blaster. What mattered was that his wi
