Harvey awakened the next morning with his usual hangover. "Goddamn," he said. "Head like a balloon," and stumbled into the toilet to relieve himself.

Virginia lay in bed and watched him through the open door. She wondered what tiara Morrison would do if she ever got a brute of a man like that on top of her. Go ape, probably.

She slipped into a robe and went to the kitchen and had coffee with hint. He looked so different in a suit and a tie, more civilized, less like a gorilla. Harvey finished his coffee and kissed her on the cheek, taking a moment to stare down the front of her gown. She had magnificent tits "Had the screwiest dream last night," he.. "Oh? What was it about?" "Too far out. You'd never believe it," he said, and left for work. Virginia poured herself another cup of coffee and reflected on the day just pest. It was a day like she had never experienced before, a day she wasn't sure she would want to repeat. She felt guilty, yet titillated; ashamed, yet desiring more. She was shocked at her neighbor's behavior. The way Clara had brazenly displayed herself in front of her young son and the nonchalant way she had watched him fondle his cock, not to mention her wanton lust with Jack. It left her puzzled, unsure whether she knew anything at about people.

Rut most of, she was shocked by her own behavior. She knew it was her best time of the month, but that wasn't the reason; she had her hot time every month. She had been pretty drunk, too, but that was no excuse; she got pretty drunk quite often lately. No, it wasn't that simple; it WAS latent desire that had been there all along, building day by day, and yesterday it had exploded.