"Who's lewd? You're the lewd one..."
"Say that again."
Sienna Johnson grabbed a pillow and swung it at Adrian Desmond, who dodged. Sienna then chased him with the pillow, and the two played around like children.
"Come on, catch me! If you catch me, you can eat my 'sausage' raw."
"Shut your mouth!"
Sienna was kicking herself. What possessed her to bring *that* up? Of all things!
Adrian was agile. Just when she thought she had him, he would leap from one spot to another, evading her grasp.
"If you've got guts, don't run!"
"I don't have guts, I have *seed*—the kind I planted in your belly!"
"Adrian, I order you to stand still!"
Adrian said nothing.
"Damn it, he doesn't even listen to his own wife anymore."
Sienna caught up and hit him with the pillow. Adrian raised his arm to block, but the pillow tore in the process. Feathers from inside floated everywhere, like snowflakes.
Both of them stared, stunned.
