Ed and Marion looked at each other and suddenly broke into gales of laughter. Marion ran happily to her husband and sat on his lap, snuggling warmly against his chest, fingering the buttons of his work-shirt teasingly.
"Why don't you take the morning off?" she said softly, "tell them something important's come up."
"Maybe I will," Ed said, letting his hand slide slowly up her smooth, silky leg and slipping under the gauzy material of her nightgown, "maybe I will."