To watch them from across the crowed room is hypnotic. The stolen glances, the knowing smiles and the subtle touches all reveal that foreplay has begun. Never ones for a "quickie", they have learned that the brain is the biggest erogenous zone. By time the waltz starts playing she is flushed and he has the look of a hungered beast. As they become one on the dance floor, eye-contact is never broken. This is Gomez's favorite part, to show the world that this goddess belongs to only him. He prides himself on being able to maintain control over his body, a skill learned years ago by quite the embarrassing way. Morticia always fears that she will break first, with the ESP knowledge of Gomez's thoughts and plans already has her body aching. When the music stops he dips her and runs his tongue down her neck until she can no longer stand it.

"Bubala it is time to go home or at least to the car."

Gomez scoops Morticia into his arms practically running for the door, leaving a room full of people fanning themselves.