Crash! Thump. In the upstairs apartment, bare feet thud across the hardwood floor. Sherri closes her eyes, suppresses aroused quickening. “Newlyweds.” She smirks, a well-drawn eyebrow points ceiling-wise.
“Norah Jones?” Richard flashes a DVD.
Sherri nods as she sweeps the room. “I’ll get the lights and prepare the candles.”
The doorbell chimes. “Business first…private games—later dear?” Richard springs forward and their eyes meet.
“Time to party. Let us in!”
“Bosses.” Richard wobbles caterpillar eyebrows.
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