Midnight Madness
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“I think I’d paint,” she admitted. “Not that I’m saying yes yet or anything.”
“Look, my kneecaps are cracking under the weight of my body, here. You either have to agree to marry me, or you have to break up with me for good. I insist.”
“Well, I don’t want to break up with you,” Marly told him. “I’ve kind of gotten used to you, and if you want to know the truth—” she leaned forward and whispered in his ear “—I’m really horny.”
Jack brightened and fished out the black-velvet box. “Marry me, honey, and we can take care of that right away. Your parents are out, and there’s a guest room here, right?”
The ring was gorgeous: a two-carat pear. Marly took pity on him and said yes. But when he kissed her and wrestled her tenderly down the hallway to the guest room, it was occupied. Fuzzy stared at them balefully from the center of the bed.
“Oh, boy,” Marly said. “This is going to take a lot of ham.”