Her thoughts were interrupted as her husband reached out and pulled her down toward him so that she was forced to sit in his lap. She couldn't protest too much without seeming bad-tempered, and she was sure that Andy had had enough of her bitchiness. She didn't want him going back on his promise now, so Lola smiled sweetly and tried to push his caressing hands from her breasts.

"No, no!" she said laughingly. "Don't, you sex fiend!"

"That's what I am – a sex fiend," Andy replied, nuzzling his nose and mouth into the crease of Lola's neck where he could smell and taste her perfumed perspiration.

Lola struggled against her husband's enfolding arms, but it was futile against his superior strength. "There's something in the oven!" she said weakly, not really believing that this would deter the passionate man who was cupping her tingling breasts, kneading the mounds of the resilient flesh beneath her pink cashmere sweater.

"It's me that wants in your oven," Andy whispered lewdly into her ear, and Lola might have laughed were it not for the demanding tone in which he said it. She had thought she'd vindicated herself sufficiently with the impromptu scene in the car in front of the house. That had been scarcely a half hour ago; now Andy wanted more!

Before she realized what was happening, she was being lifted in the air; then Andy was carrying her upstairs.

"Andy! Stop!" she shouted, kicking out at him. But he carried her easily and she saw the determination in her husband's eyes as he trudged up the stairs to their bedroom.

Andy thought to himself, Maybe I've been seeing too many 40's movies, but what the hell! I've been too polite with her up 'til now. The cave man approach may be what she wants. It was contrary to his character and he knew it. Yet, Andy was determined to play the role. Lola seemed almost too stunned to resist him anymore, and even though he felt like chuckling out loud, he refrained from doing so, retaining his serious expression.