"That's okay," Cheryl said.

"This is great chow," he said. "Have you got some more potato salad?"

Cheryl went to the refrigerator and took out the bowl of salad. She spooned some onto his plate and, sat back down on her chair.

"What's the answer to it all?" she mused. "To what?" Lou said.

"To marital incompatibility."

"Hell, for me, it's easy," he said. "How, easy?"

"I get a little action outside the house. The old lady doesn't catch on and everyone's happy."

"But doesn't that put a strain on your marriage?" she said.

"Nope," he grinned. "If more people got a little on the side there wouldn't be so much divorce."

"Hmm, that's very interesting," she said. He rose up then and stretched. "That's great, Mr. Dickinson," he said.

"Oh, you're leaving," she said.

"Yeah, unless you have a better idea," he said, his eyes glittering as he gazed down at her wobbling tits.

"Oh, my," she said weakly, hugging her arms against her boobs. "I forgot I wasn't wearing a bra."

"Hey, don't mind me," he said, turning away from the door to face her. "I like 'em big."

She blushed and turned toward the living room. "If you don't have to go yet, why not sit down a while," she said, walking slowly into the living room.

She kit as if she were propelled by some strange being invading her body. She was inviting this strange man to stay in her house. A man who'd already told her he cheated on his wife. And she was practically throwing herself at him.

He seemed to realize her quandary, because he came up behind her as she stood in the middle of the room and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Any time you want me to leave, just say the word," he murmured.

She nodded, licking her lips as they sat down together on the sofa. She realized that she was strangely attracted to the man and she was certain he was attracted to her too. He sat close to her and his thigh pressed against hers.