But Andy wasn't worrying about advancing. He made a good deal of money as it was, and his fan mail and the distinction of his calling made him a happy and peaceful man who approached the age of forty-four with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. That's the way it was… before he fell in love with the pretty blonde weather girl!

Now Andy certainly couldn't consider himself happy, no matter how he looked at it. Miserable was more like it.

Glancing at his watch, the newscaster made his way to a small room which served as an office and a dressing room. With a concerned look on his face, he removed his glasses and began to take off the make-up which he had to use for the cameras.

Where in the hell was Lola anyway? he pondered. He'd passed her dressing room and knocked, but there'd been no answer.

His mind automatically returned to the previous night they had spent together. In the same bed, yes, but that was all.

Andy could feel an ache in his loins as he thought of that lushly ripened body that lay in a creamy warmth next to him every night, but which had been refused to him for almost a week now. The worst of it was that Lola was just impossible to figure out. She wouldn't even clue him in on what he had done wrong, just let him know that he had in some way offended her. He was supposed to figure out what it was himself!

Christ, how did he deal with a woman like that? But deal with her he must. She was his wife, and Andy had to admit to himself that he was crazy about her, no matter how crazy she acted at times!

He sat for a long moment puzzling over what could have caused this most recent of his twenty-five year old wife's prolonged pouts.