She thought hard about what she would tell him as she pulled into the two car garage and parked the car. Cliff was a good-natured man, but he had a temper when provoked. And he hated to come home and not find his dinner on the table. He didn't demand much from her, but that much he wanted.

She felt a little nervous as she entered the house. She had decided to tell him she'd lost track of the time and she was terribly sorry. She would throw her arms around him and kiss him. Sometimes she was able to put him in a good mood when she turned him on.

She felt, better when she walked into the living room and said hello. The television was on and Cliff was watching the news. He had a beer can in his hand and the newspaper was on the floor at his feet. His pleasant features were set in a grim expression.

"Where were you?" he said.

Toni rushed across the room and bent down to kiss him.

"Oh, you know how I am when I'm shopping," she said. "I just got carried away and forgot the time, I'll get dinner in a jiffy, hon. It's all ready. All I have to do is warm it up."

"Leftovers again?" he said, sipping his beer.

Toni blinked. She'd been about to push her tits against his knees, but his question took her by surprise. He'd never complained about her cooking before. Maybe he was really angry about her being late.

"It's yesterday's meatloaf," she said. "But you like it the second day."

She sat on the arm of the chair and ruffled his hair.

He smiled. "Okay, honey, don't pay any attention to me. I just had a lousy day."

She kissed him again and went to the kitchen to fix dinner. While they ate, he told her about his day and how his boss had bugged him.

"Maybe I ought to get a job," Toni said thoughtfully. A job would be a good way to meet men. It would give her unlimited opportunities.