News II

"You have such a vivid imagination, don't you?"

Elma fell out of her duvet in that instant and began her walk towards the only cushion in her room. She wasn't naked after all. She was wearing a simple nightgown with a spaghetti hand. It wasn't at all transparent for being termed naked or anything like that.

"Does this succor your carnality enough?"

Ted grinned fatly. "It does." He rushed for her bed and sat on the edge of it, aligning his body to look directly at her. "So, how are you feeling today?" His voice was a mixture of ultimate concern and caution. Elma knew why he'd sounded that way. He was genuinely pissed with her and doing his best to suppress it(Marilyn must have told him).

She knew what would make him feel better was if she encouraged him to scold her. That was what he most wanted to do.