"Or me doing housework. You know how Mama used to yell and scream, calling me lazy when she'd ask me to lift a dust rag at home. But God! It makes a difference when you're dusting nineteenth century mahogany instead of twentieth century plywood…"

"Now don't be so hard on your parents, Toni. They can't help it if they're not as rich as Uncle Milt and Aunt Claudia. Remember," he cautioned, waving his finger in the air, "It was your aunt's money and land that Milt inherited. Bet he didn't have a dime until he met her." His eyes locked on the honey-haired girl, sensing the deep foreboding and moodiness brooding there. For all her fine qualities, Toni still possessed that old Southern trait of lusting after the leisure in life. "Come on, Baby," he assuaged, "Some day we'll have a spread like this. Lots of land… servants… nothing for you to do but lie in the sun and stay beautiful for me." He stood awkwardly running his hands through his own long, chestnut hair, his shorts, one covering his nakedness.

Damn, what a fine scene it would be if he could take Toni off and elope against her parent's wishes, and against their wishes it would be! Her parents would never consent to their marriage, and with due cause. How could he support their daughter? God, just the thought of it was a joke… and yet. Damn it, he'd give anything to have that happen and, hopefully, spending the summer here with her gorgeous relatives, he just might find a way. Hell, he was most twenty, wasn't he? Time to start thinking about settling down and raising a family, and what better introduction could there be to marriage than playing house? But Jesus, if her parents ever found out that he was staying at her aunt and uncle's house, sleeping in her bed… oh, boy, the fireworks would put the 200th Fourth of July to shame!