"No, he didn't say that!" Lola cried, leaping on the defensive. She shot him an angry glance.

"What did he say then?" asked Andy suddenly tired.

"He said it was just impossible to get along with the managing editor there. You know how independent Rudy is. He's got such wonderful ideas, and imagination, so much get up and go…"

"Ummpth!"

"I know he's got great talent as a journalist, Andy. I just know it."

"And you want me to talk to old Foster about him, in spite of what I told you last time."

"Oh, Andy! I didn't dare bring it up. But I've been thinking a lot about it. Since Rudy's been married, he's much more stable than he used to be. All he really needs is a chance… a real chance. I know my brother!"

"Yeah…" Andy remained silent until they pulled up into their driveway. It was a form of blackmail for sure. He knew it, and yet he felt powerless to do anything about it. Instinctively he knew that the "open sesame" to his wife's plentiful charms would be the correct words he would say and the proper actions he would take. He was angry with Lola, but he had to help her, no matter how he felt.

"O.K., Lola. I'll have a talk with Foster tomorrow. I think we need a new roving reporter. Maybe Foster will give Rudy the job."

"Oh Andy, that's wonderful! Thank you darling!" She threw her arm around him.

Half-heartedly, he tried to keep from hugging her.

"You'll see," she said, excitedly, "Rudy will do fine!"

"He hasn't got the job yet," Andy growled, leaning over and kissing her before thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

"Oh, Andy…" Lola murmured, nudging her proud young breasts closer to her husband. "You warm me up all inside. You make me want to do something for you!"

As he felt her warm body pressing close to his, Andy wondered why his capricious wife didn't want to do something for him more often. But he wasn't about to ask her. Not at this time.