A knot formed in her throat as she looked back, feeling that maybe if she had been a little less moderate, Tom would still be interested in her. Yet wasn't it up to him to be understanding, too? His son was far more understanding than he was! And that, she thought, running the hot water into the dishpan, was the trouble. No, she would not think of him and that was that. What she would do, she thought suddenly, was go over to the new apartment herself to see if she could do anything there. The chances were that she could help hang drapes and take care of many of the thousand little things there would be to do. Moving was just about the biggest and most tiring chore she knew of. There would be plenty to keep her mind in harness!

And so it was that about an hour and a half later, Liz Rouelle entered the open door of the new apartment to find furniture stacked everywhere but no Tom or Natalie in sight. Knowing her husband, they were probably already taking a coffee break down at the cafe on the corner of the street. Once in awhile he interrupted a coffee break to help her around the house as long as the work period didn't last longer than ten minutes at the most. She sighed. Apparently Natalie was not very concerned about what happened to her things, leaving the door wide open like this. But then strange sounds started coming… from where? Instinctively, Liz tiptoed around.

"Oh, Christ Almighty, do it again!" Tom's voice suddenly floated through the room from the bedroom. "Lick it right under the ridge! Oooohhhhh! That feels so damned good!"

"Do you like it when I play with your balls at the same time?"

"Oh, God, yes! Run your fingers over the skin. Do that, too!"