John Friday: The wife_s hot whipping

Her former husband gazed at her and finally cracked a smile. "You look great with your hair down," he told her. "But if that's the big change you were talking about, I'm sorry you woke me up."

"That's just the tip of the iceberg," Hal said to him. Then he gave Dolores a warm grin. "Pardon my choice of words."

"He means the real changes are underneath," Dolores said. "It's me who just woke up."

Rod still seemed uncertain and unccomfortable.

His eyes darted from to one to another wondering what it was.

Hal introduced everyone except Honey.

She was in cooking bacon and eggs. She knew you were hungry.

"Yes," Dolores said. "Hungry in a way you're just going to love!"

"Here's breakfast!" Honey called as she came from the kitchen carrying a large platter. Rod turned and gaped in awe. Honey hadn't bothered to dress, she stood in the doorway stark naked.

What pleased her most was the way Hal looked. Anger, jealousy and frustration had all vanished from his eyes. He looked at her as though she was a new woman, and in one important way she was. The thundering climax she'd shared with the others left Honey feeling more relaxed and at ease than she had in years.

The way the two of them looked at each other gave Rod Hartman a flash of hope. Without realizing it at first, he smiled too and began to gaze at Dolores the same way.

"I have something extra special for you to put on the toast," Honey said. "It's something I know you all like."

"What's that?" Hal asked.

"You favorite spread, dear, whipped horny."