She imagined him in her room, lying on her bed, watching her while she worked. When she needed a quick break from studying, she could give him another...big hug and bury her face in his ruff. Or they could go out for a walk after she was finished; there was plenty of moonlight, and it would be shining on the creek. Cuddling up with him would feel even better in the cool night air.She realized she’d doodled a collie on a page of notes about Schiller’s neologisms, which meant it was probably time. It wassomething to see the Eyesore?s hands clasped behind her back, balancing herselfwith her face and her knees, awaiting me, Katherine thought.? Katherine? leaned down and picked up the martiniand downed half of it, and then violently kicked the Eyesore in the ribs, andthe slave fell over without a murmur. ?Katherine!?Yatesy, the Eyesore?s husband and Katherine?s? wonderful lover came out of the livingroom, beer in hand. He looked down at the Eyesore and spat a glob onto thefloor and snapped. Then she asked, “Why aren’t you worried, Frances? Polygamy is a crime, isn’t it?”Frances took her hand. “A little lesson for you, on actual legal matters, Sandra. What is bigamy?”“Oh, that is where a man marries a second wife while still married to his first wife.”“Exactly. Now what is polygamy?”“That will be where a man is married to several wives at the same time. Right?”“Again, right. Now, tell me what crime your boyfriend’s mother is going to accuse us of?”“Polygamy, of course!”“Yes, I. . our girl?” The large towel was draped around Shelby’s shoulders when she put Lea in her crib. Don stood in the doorway and appreciated the view of 90% bare ass as she bent to kiss her daughter, “Nappie, baby girl. Mommy will see you when you wake up.” “Nappie, Mommy. Nappie, Unky Don. I wuv you.” Shelby took Don’s hand and led him to the bathroom. He was in shock and totally speechless as she unzipped his wet shorts and dropped the towel on the floor. Two quick pulls.