"This is so not fair!"
"For your own good, mom. The chocolate effect should wear off soon. I hope. Until then, you're grounded."
"Killjoy," cried Joyce, throwing herself across her bed. Was someone tapping on the window? Joyce edged closer."Rupert!"
"Shhhh! Let a fella in, eh?"
Giggling, Joyce pulled off his wet shirt as he climbed inside. Her own blouse soon followed. Those kisses! Those hands! She gasped as one-handed, he freed her bra clasp, his hands sliding under the straps.
"Oh," she sighed as he kissed her collarbone, "Mr. Giles!"
"Pardon?"
"The chocolate…"
"Right. Best be leaving now."
