Desert before Dinner It was a late Monday night when I arrived home to see Marry preparing dinner. I empty my pockets and turn the television as my normal routine. I’m sitting in the chair relaxing when a commercial comes on, so I get up to get something to drink. I entered the kitchen only to find Marry standing near the stove. “You know we have the place to ourselves for a while,” Marry said smiling seductively at me. “...