All their thrashing around had Tom tangled and sweaty in Marie’s pink flannel sheets. He tried to free his cramping right leg, but Marie rolled on top and pinned him with a grin.
“Got you now, lawman!” she said. “What’cha gonna do about it?”
Tom wriggled his leg free enough to relieve the cramp. The rough callouses on his feet kept snagging in the soft material.
“Nothing, lady, I know when I’m beat.” He put on his best pitiful face. “Just don’t hurt me.”
She nuzzled his neck and bit him playfully on the shoulder.
“Ah, Marie! Getting a little rough, are we?”
She nipped his other shoulder, gave him a full-body press and said, “Just warming up, my dear.”
“What’s next?” he asked. “The whip? Taxpaying public doesn’t like to see damaged goods.”
Marie lifted a corner of the sheet and slid sensuously and slowly down his body. From under the sheet she said, “None of those taxpayers better be looking at this!”