Out Takes And Deleted Scenes

Lazy Sunday

It was a lazy Sunday morning and the family enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and time to linger at the table. Betty watched across the breakfast table as her husband read his morning paper. She noted his soft features as his eyes darted back and forth over the newsprint. Her eyes fixed on his eyelashes and she gazed dreamily. Despite being married six years, she had never noticed the color of his eyelashes. Sensing her eyes on him, he looked up.

"Something wrong, my dear?" he inquired.

"No. I was just staring at your eyelashes. You know, I've never noticed before, but they're quite pretty."

"Pretty?" he asked uncomfortably, "I've never regarded anything on me as pretty," he stated trying to sound macho. She tittered.

Her eyes shifted between him and Stephanie, "Your eyelashes are sandy brown colored; Steffie has the same color eyelashes, although hers are longer."

His raised his eyebrows thoughtfully and gazed at his beautiful little daughter as she played with her airline hostess doll. His head swiveled to Katherine, who toyed with a bowl of porridge, eating fussily. He lovingly noted how much little Katherine resembled Betty.

"What about my'lashes, Mama?" asked Katherine, fluttering her eyelids at Betty and smiling widely.

"Your eyelashes are like Mummy's. Long and dark and pretty."

"What about me, Mummy?" Stephanie asked.

"Yours are like Daddy's. Light brown and long and pretty."

Stephanie slid off her chair and walked over to Stephen, "Daddy, may I have a butterfly kiss?" she sang.

"Absolutely," he smiled. Then he leaned over, put his eye against her little cheek and blinked. She squealed with joy.

"Me next, Daddy!" chirped Katherine and she scampered over to him. He repeated the butterfly kiss against her cheek and she laughed wide-mouthed.

"Daddy, me give you one!" Katherine announced, arching her eyebrows. She pressed her eye to his cheek and blinked both eyes. Stephen laughed.

Betty leaned over, lifted Katherine's chin, and kissed her forehead. The two girls pushed in their chairs and scampered from the kitchen.

Midnight Confessions

Stephen and Betty had just finished a round of heated, passionate lovemaking and lay in other's arms basking in the afterglow. Their breathing had lulled and relaxed. Betty inhaled the muskiness of her husband and felt slightly intoxicated and aroused. She enjoyed basking in his embrace and yet at the same time, she was thinking about how she needed to strip the bed and wash the linens in the morning.

Stephen held her and drew in the aroma of their tryst, "I know it's going to sound odd, but I enjoy the way our bed smells after we make love."

She couldn't help laughing.

"What's so funny, Dear?" he wondered.

"I was just thinking how I need to put these linens in the laundry!"

He smiled and tittered.

"You know, Stephen, I was thinking," Betty mused, "We haven't been on a date since before Steffie was born. Maybe we could ask Ethel to watch the girls so we could go to the Palais."

She laid her head on his chest and touched his shoulder lightly.

"Oh, so I can be propositioned by a hooker again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What hooker?"

"That woman who was chatting me up at the bar that night. She was a hooker."

"Give over! Shewas not! How d'you know that?"

"She had given me a slip of paper with her name and number on it…"

"I see," Betty responded dryly.

"I left it on the bar when I paid for our drinks," he stated, "Well, after the doctor put you on bed rest and forbid me from doing anything other than look at you, Richard, ever the benevolent soul, recommended the services of his favorite escort."

"Go on," she pressed.

"He handed me a slip of paper with the familiar name and number of the woman who was at the Palais. I was so embarrassed. I should have known. I do have a confession to make, though."

"Hmm? What would that be?" bracing herself for what was going to come out.

"I went to the cinema," he admitted nervously.
"When?"

"When you were pregnant with Steffie. I worked a double and I knew I couldn't stand to come home and see you sleeping and not be able to touch you. So I left work and walked to the cinema, thinking I needed the release. I felt so dirty being there that I left after about 5 minutes. But I had missed the last bus of the evening and I had to walk home, serves me right," he explained, his voice quiet and vulnerable.

"Why didn't you take a cab?"

"I spent my bus fare on the cinema."

She planted open-mouthed kisses on his chest and cupped his cheek, "Why are you telling me this? Nothing happened."

"I didn't want there to be any secrets between us and it did rather bother me."

He rolled her under him and kissed her mouth hotly. She moaned softly, urging him on. She moved her mouth to his neck and gently kissed her way to his ear.

"I wonder…" she started

"Hmm?"

"Do you think Steffie is quiet and serious because we couldn't have it off when I was pregnant with her? I mean, she and Kathy are as different as night and day. Do you think maybe Kathy is boisterous and impish because of our lovemaking?"

"It's an interesting theory. I think that maybe Steffie is like me and Kathy is more like you, or to be more precise, she's like Ethel Junior!"

"That, she is!" Betty chuckled.