"Here's breakfast!" Honey called as she came from the kitchen carrying a large platter. Rod turned and gaped in awe. Honey hadn't bothered to dress, she stood in the doorway stark naked.
What pleased her most was the way Hal looked. Anger, jealousy and frustration had all vanished from his eyes. He looked at her as though she was a new woman, and in one important way she was. The thundering climax she'd shared with the others left Honey feeling more relaxed and at ease than she had in years.
The way the two of them looked at each other gave Rod Hartman a flash of hope. Without realizing it at first, he smiled too and began to gaze at Dolores the same way.
"I have something extra special for you to put on the toast," Honey said. "It's something I know you all like."
"What's that?" Hal asked.
"You favorite spread, dear, whipped horny."