"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."