After the dishes were cleared up she turned around to figure out what to do next. Alex had placed himself squarely in front of the TV and was watching some innocuous program. "Would you like to do something else, Alex?" she hoped. "Naw, let me see this program."

Now she was disappointed. She decided that she should take the upper hand, that is what Nancy would do. She went into the bathroom and again changed into her baby-doll pajamas. She was tempted to leave off the panties, but thought better of it. She went over to Alex and sort of snuggled up to him. He responded to her putting her arm around him by doing the same to her, but his mind was on the boob-tube. Then she saw it. The TV cord ran right past her beautifully-turned foot. If she could just sort of get it wrapped around her and just sort of pull it sideways, it might just pull out of the socket.

"What happened," Alex cried as the TV went blank. "Fix it, Jeane."

"I'll try, but I don't know much about these things. After about five minutes of fiddling around with the TV. She got the bright idea to elicit Alex's help. "While I fiddle with the antenna, up here, could you get underneath me and turn those knobs," she tried. He complied by snaking his way between her and the TV, but she had left him little room. "Isn't this cozy?" she said. "Ya', but I want the TV."

Jeane persisted by having him continue to twist the knobs as she sort of writhed against him. At one point she actually got his head beneath her pajama tops.

"Now," she thought, as she pretended to topple backwards, pulling him over on her. She very nearly got the TV also, but thankfully not. As she lay sprawled on the floor with Alex draped over her, she wanted to just grab him and kiss him and do other things, but couldn't quite do it.