"What's he doing here?" she said to the man on the bed.
"You said you wanted to get fucked forever," the man said as he climbed off the bed and made room for the naked man. "Good luck, sister!"
"Come here, baby," Charlie said as the movie flickered and died.
"Let's have a good long fuck tonight," Cheryl said as he rolled on top of her and wedged himself between her legs.
"Let's just have a quickie, honey," he yawned. "Tomorrow's a work day for me."
CHAPTER TWO
"I'd rather you didn't take it into the shop," Cheryl said.
The television repairman had the color set spread out on the floor of the bedroom. "I can do a better job if I take it in," he said.
"My husband wants to see the big fight tonight," she said. "Can't you do it here. Just do your best."
"You're the boss," he said.
He picked up a screwdriver and began working on the set. "Can I get you something to drink or something?" Cheryl said. Her regular repairman was on vacation and they'd sent someone she didn't know. "What's your name anyway?" she smiled. "I can't keep calling you, 'hey you'."
"Lou Pryor," he smiled, peering inside the back of the set. "And a cold glass of water would hit the spot."
"You can call me Cheryl," she said as she flounced off down to the kitchen. "I hate formality."
She felt strangely light-headed today. They'd watched a particularly good fuck-film last night and for once Charlie had taken the time to make her come. She didn't feel totally satisfied, but at least she knew she was alive.
She filled a tall glass with ice cubes and ran cold water into it. Then she returned to the bedroom and handed it to the sweating man.
"Thanks," he said as their fingertips touched. "You've got a nice place here." His eyes paused at her tits and bore into them.