Nevertheless, it was a minor fault and he was prepared to over look it. What bothered him were certain little quirks that Lola had. For example, this fixation about trying to keep her brother happy. Christ, it made his blood boil with anger.
Then Lola appeared in the door from the kitchen, looking radiant and beautiful in a little white apron. An oven mitt covered one hand and wisps of blonde hair trailed in her eyes as if she had been slaving all day over their dinner. As Lola smiled, Andy felt that old familiar lurch of his heart – and his reawakening genitals as well.
Abruptly the troubled newscaster decided to take full advantage of his gain in the strange game he was playing with his wife. Now was the time, he told himself, to make her pay for the anguish she had caused him.
CHAPTER TWO
While dinner was cooking, Lola decided to take a quick shower. She felt good, buoyed up with that happy feeling she always had after making love. But this happiness was to the joy she felt knowing that Andy was going to see old Foster about her brother. This made her feel like singing, and the pretty weather girl could hardly wait to call Rudy up and tell him the good news.
"Hungry?" she asked sweetly as she emerged sometime later from the kitchen. "I think you'll like what I have tonight."
Andy looked up at her with a wicked grin. "What I like that you have is your pussy. Right now I'd like to ram my cock up in it."
"Andy! Really!" She was shocked at the words, but more so because Andy was using them at such a time in such a manner. Sometimes they both used such phrases in the course of their love-making, but not at any other time. And too, now that she thought about it, Lola felt fatigued. She certainly didn't feel like making love again. Right now what she wanted to do was to go upstairs and call Rudy, then take a shower and reflect on the fact that soon her brother would be working at the station with her. He was bound to make a fine reporter.