Angela's body was pressed backwards against the front of Tony's. Her head rested on a pillow over his bicep, as he was still spooning her. His other arm was draped around her from the side, across her abdomen; with his hand resting over the top of her shorts at the waistline.

Nuzzling her neck and softly planting butterfly kisses, Tony attempted to wake Angela. She had such a long day and a physical and emotional night; she was still knocked out cold, in a deep sleep. At first, she didn't respond but after a couple of minutes, Angela started moving around and moaning as if from pleasure, but she didn't wake up. Her moaning did make Tony's face light up like a Christmas tree.

He began to undo the top few buttons of Angela's pajama top. He playfully massaged her bare breast that he could access given their sleeping position. Tony softly and tenderly attended to her nipple. As her nipple hardened, Angela shifted her body some and groaned sleepily with delight, but didn't wake up. The ways she's laying, I can't do much in my condition. "I bet if I had them in my mouth you'd wake up," he said softly.

Realizing that the day was going to get away from them, Tony whispered in her ear, "An-gel-la, time to wake up. We've slept in long enough. We have to get up now. I need you still. I'm still feeling sore. Not like I've been beaten up, so I guess you got me better. I got bruises, but I can stumble along on my own, more so than last night. At least I could when I got up to use the bathroom this morning. The bathroom is like a grease pit by the way, but I'll get it once I feel better. If I didn't know I had competed in a boxing match, I'd ask what you'd did to me last night," Tony joked as he tapped her behind trying to get her to wake up. "Come 'on Ange, let's get moving," he said kissing the top of her head on her hair. But Angela was still, what appeared to be peacefully asleep, and very much unresponsive.

Then Tony slipped his other hand down the front of her shorts aiming for in between her thighs. Still asleep, she jerked a little at his touch, so he stopped at her mound and playfully caressed her. "She came to bed without any panties on! How'd I miss that last night," Tony joked out loud to himself. Angela shifted her body again, slightly spreading her legs and groaned a little louder, but didn't wake up.

Tony continued to nuzzle and kiss her neck as he caressed her mound. Tony whispered in her ear, "Bellissima … Goldilocks, it's time to wake up. It's nearly 11:00 am, it's time you wake up. Soon it will be too late for even brunch," Tony said. But all Angela did was shift her body at his touch in a more relaxed and accessible position towards Tony.

"You're so out of it. I know you wanted to sleep in but my goodness. Ah last my Sweet, you've been so loving and attentive of me. I guess I should let you sleep and fend for myself. But I miss you, especially having you to myself this weekend without the family. I want you to wake up. I can't help it. Wait, I know what ah get your juices flowing," he mischievously mused.

Tony moved his hand from her mound to her tush and softly caressed it. Angela softly moaned expressing her enjoyment of Tony's touch. His yearning grew at the sound of her pleasure and he blossomed at the crotch. He slid his arm from under her to the back side of her shorts and slowly tugged them downward. His other hand tugged downward on the other side, leaving the top of her shorts on the lower part of her thighs, exposing her lower end. Tony adjusted his penis, priming it for entry. Then he teased his head against her soft silky skin, along the crack of her butt. He took his one hand to gently split her cheeks.

Angela, woke and shot straight up in the bed in a cold sweat, panting heavily. She looked over to Tony's side of the bed and noticed that he was not there. She looked over his side of the bed to see if he'd fallen on the floor. He hadn't, but he was definitely gone from the room. She looked down and realized her pajama top was buttoned all the way and her shorts were completely on. Touching her face, she realized she was flush and was heavily sweating.

"My goodness. I don't know what I'd do if that wasn't a dream. I can't believe I dreamed something so savagely sensual between me and Tony. What the hell is going on in my subconscious," she whispered in shock?

As she tried to regain control of her breathing, she noticed her bathroom door opened, and Tony appeared. He was wearing the pajama pants she brought in for him the night before that he couldn't put on. He was walking, rather tip-toeing slowly, but moving on his own and much better than last night. Thank God he's clothed! Well from the waist down, I couldn't possibly take any more. That roman god chiseled chest is still fully exposed, but I should be use to that by now, she thought.

"Good Morning Angela. You look flush. I didn't wake you, did I? I knew you wanted to sleep in so I tried to be really quiet and do what I could for myself. I put some clothes on, well pants anyway. Hope you slept okay, for a little while at least. I feel better, still banged up some, but much better. Of course, that is all thanks to you," said Tony smiling.

"Good Morning Tony. I slept fine, thank you. No, you didn't wake me. It's probably time I wake up. Thank you for letting me sleep in. I feel rested after the eventful yesterday," Angela said. I'm totally lying through my teeth, and hoping he won't notice, she thought. "I'm glad you feel better," she said smiling back at him. "I guess it's time for me to get up and get you some breakfast. Do you need or want anything else," she asked?

"No need to rush Ange. I'm okay. I haven't been awake that long. I just got up to use the bathroom and I was glad to see I can move as well as I can. Just sit back and gather yourself some. The kids are gone and your mom is out. We don't have to spring into action. This will be a lazy Saturday," Tony said with a smile. "I wish I was in a better position to do something for you," said Tony.

"Nonsense Tony! You do something for me all the time. You're always taking the best care of me. I was happy to be able to return the favor," Angela bashfully said. She was still a bit overwhelmed from her dream her dreadful awaking that followed.

With a sinister grin, Tony took a seat at the end of the bed. "Ahhaaa," he groaned as he sat.

"Are you alright, Tony," Angela asked?

"Yeah, I'm fine Angela. Don't worry, just relax," he said.

Then he pushed the covers at the end of the bed aside and exposed Angela's feet. Tony struggled a little but as gentle as he lifted her leg across his bare thigh. Angela didn't flinch. He then began to caress and massage her foot with both hands.

"Ohhh Tony, you're so good," Angela moaned before she could catch herself. Oh, why did he have to start up again and with my feet. He knows I love this, and I usually don't think straight when he's caressing my body, she thought.

"I know what you like. Banged up or not, I'd do anything for my wife, the love of my life," whispered Tony.

Abruptly startled, Angela was completely confused as to what was happening and with whom. But more importantly, she was baffled at what Tony just said about her, what he called her. Angela nearly jumped out of her bed, snatching her foot and calf from Tony's embrace. The swift motion left a sting across Tony's thigh.

"Angela, Sweetheart, what's the matter," Tony said with concern and shock, at her abrupt reaction to him, as he rubbed his thigh.

"I'm awake, but I don't know what I just heard. What did you just say Tony, what did you call me," Angela hesitantly inquired? By now she was pale as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Darling, you can't be serious," he said. Laughing Tony said, "Love of my life, my wife!"

Angela's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she passed out cold horizontally across her bed.

THE END OF BOOK I – Rub-A-Dub-Dub

This story will be continued …

Author's Note:

As bad as I wanted them to make love, I couldn't let them. I just imagined this ridiculous encounter between them based on Mona's statement to the US Census Taker. At the end of the Raging Housekeeper episode seemed like a great time for them to get carried away. But since it was season 3 and Angela had a boyfriend, I couldn't let her go all the way. It wasn't her nature. Well neither was most of what I wrote, but I like to imagine that her fifth gear shifted and the only roadblock was Tony's injuries. Thank you for every review, feedback, and suggested as this story progressed. I'm so glad so many of you enjoyed this crazy, alternate universe for Tony and Angela. I appreciate everyone that wrote on this subject before I did as well. If you watched Who's The Boss?, we know Tony and Angela would never in 8 years (lol). I hope you continue reading along with Book II. *** COMING SOON (unless you're reading this after it's been published!)

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