She tied a robe around herself and padded down to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee and squeezed fresh orange juice. She had no plans for the day except to phone her two best friends and neighbors, then to tackle some house-cleaning chores.

When the coffee was ready, she poured herself a cup and sat down at the table to drink it. As she sipped the coffee, the doorbell rang. Norma clutched her robe around her and stepped to the front door.

She peeked out the window and saw Jerry standing on the porch. Jerry lived across the street and was married to Liz, one of Norma's two best friends. Liz and Norma had been childhood friends and now that they were both married and living so close to each other, it was only natural that their husbands would also become friends.

Suddenly, she remembered that last night Jerry had promised to drop by and fix the garbage disposal. It was so typical of the neighborhood and her friends. Since Paul was the only husband in the group who was frequently out of town, the neighbors were generous in helping Norma with such household problems.

She opened the door and Jerry walked in. He planted a casual, neighborly kiss on her lips.

"Start the clock, lady," he said. "This repairman gets paid by the hour."

She smiled. "Coffee?" she said as he moved to the sink.

"Sure," he said, placing his tool kit on the floor. He glanced toward her and his eyes riveted on her tits.

Norma giggled as she clutched her robe more tightly around her. "I can see you're still in your party mood, Jerry. I thought that this morning your hangover would put a damper on your flirting."

"Ah, Norma, how many times do I have to tell you that if Paul hadn't married you first, I'd dump Liz tomorrow?" he said.

Norma laughed casually. Jerry was a notorious flirt, but she never took him seriously.