The voluptuous young wife was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable under the intensity of her brother-in-law's fervent gaze, swirling the intox around in its glass, trying not to look over at him. His eyes had been on her from the moment she had walked into the room, . like clinging magnets, seeming to bore into the very depths of her soul. He had said very little, but simply remained slouched down in that overstuffed chair with his massive Wooky friend sitting on one beside him, staring at the sensuous curves of her lovely young body. The Wooky, too, kept his eyes on her, those large limpid pools of warmth and affection, and his anthropoid ears stood regally alert the entire time.
Occasionally, the young wife ventured to smile at her young brother-in-law, but it was a vacuous, wooden
