When Jerry arrived home the place was dark. No one was there. He sat and waited up for her, but no Loren. He made himself a drink, half expecting his wife, along with her sultry mood, but no Loren. He realized she was pissed for some reason, but this seemed a little too extreme. And by the evening of day two he had begun to miss her. He might have worried had this been the first time, but Loren had done this before, in fa...

When Jerry arrived at the Sloan's, Loren was already there, drink in hand, speaking with the host of the soiree, Don Sloan. He was sitting catty corner to her, glancing at her crossed legs every few moments, totally fascinated. Loren pretended not to notice, but from the way her leg moved and from the way of her flip-flop dangled, there could have been no question of her awareness. Jerry approached them as Loren looked up...

When Jerry came home from work that evening he was surprised to find his wife, Loren, seated, cross legged on the couch, shoes off, in her stocking feet. The surprise was simply due to the fact that she rarely got home before him, and when she had, she was in the habit of remaining fully dressed. Now, she was in a new pink slip he had never seen before."What do you think of these sexy flats," she said, putting one of the...