CHAPTER TWELVE
It was Sunday morning and summer had come again. The long, lithe blonde turned lazily on the floor. One could detect the movement was a painful one, possibly because of the hangover she carried.
"Bob, for God Sake's, get away from that window and stop ogling that new neighbor of ours. Haven't you looked enough?"
"Not on your life, chicken," he replied with a wide grin. "I've got my sights set on that."
"You'll never make it," his wife looked up at him impatiently.
"Don't be too sure," he smiled, walking over and sitting down beside her. "I've got a plan and you're gonna help me make it work."
He smoothed his hand down over her firm rounded buttocks and suddenly without warning shoved it up under her robe to her naked crotch.
"Ah, no pants, just as I thought."
Carol j
