"Oh, I better be going," she said nervously, catching the impatient look in her husband's eyes. "Goodnight, Amos? And…"

"Syble. Do call me Syble."

"And Syble. I'll be here at seven tomorrow night!"

"Be looking forward to it, my dear," Amos said genially and shook her hand.

Melanie hurried back to her husband, biting her lower lip with apprehension and embarrassment. She appreciated the way Amos Andersson had not acted as if anything was amiss, though it must have been clear as crystal that there was; and he had been a gentleman the whole time, rather than acting like a complete idiot as Tim was doing. A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire being at the way Tim had been touching her so intimately only a few short minutes before, and the way he was fidgeting around now as though he were some stud bull unable to behave like a civilized man. She had no desire to say another word to him, and she just hoped that they would get out of here and home before something worse occurred. At least at home whatever happened would be privately between just them…

Behind them, and out of range of their hearing, Amos and Syble Andersson stood in the deserted lobby, admiring the young couple as they left the theater. Amos turned to his curvaceous wife, a sly little grin forming on his lips. "I," he said lewdly, "am going to fuck that sweet girl."

"Amos, you're out of your mind," Syble chided. "I don't think you can con her into our bed short of raping her. She's too young and naive, and only been married for a couple of years."

"Sure, but did you catch that idiot she has for a husband?" Amos chuckled suavely, patting his wife fondly on one firm buttock. "Melanie's the kind who, when they fall, fall hard. It'll be fun trying anyway, even if we don't succeed."

"We?" Syble asked with a glimmer in her bright eyes.

"Damned right. You, my love, are going to help me not only get that girl, but mow her all the way down until she's ready to be made a star."