As daylight filtered through half-open curtains, Alison and Martin made love once more. Enjoying the afterglow fifteen minutes later, Alison reflected that practice was making her man perfect. Having him round to stay over three times weekly was working.
Suddenly, her mother shrieked from downstairs. “Alison! Time to get up.”
Quickly, she ushered a rapidly-dressing Martin out via the bedroom window and the garage roof. Alison, meanwhile, showered, dressed and casually wandered downstairs.
Without looking up from his newspaper, her father said, “Will we meet Martin some time?”
“Not yet,” Alison said. “I’m not ready for that level of commitment.”
Suddenly, her mother shrieked from downstairs. “Alison! Time to get up.”
Quickly, she ushered a rapidly-dressing Martin out via the bedroom window and the garage roof. Alison, meanwhile, showered, dressed and casually wandered downstairs.
Without looking up from his newspaper, her father said, “Will we meet Martin some time?”
“Not yet,” Alison said. “I’m not ready for that level of commitment.”
