Caprice: Oh, Marvin. You're so tense. I can feel your muscles bunching up. You need to relax.
Bunter: Mmm.
Caprice: You have bruises on your back! I can't believe you sat out in the hail like that. What were you thinking!
Bunter: Mmm.
Caprice: That's ok, Marvin. You don't have to talk right now. You need some rest. Come on; get up.
Bunter: Mmm.
Just as Bunter managed to climb off the table, Caprice caught him off guard with a passionate kiss.
But it didn't take him long to recover his balance.
In fact, he was suddenly feeling pretty good about life. Maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all.
And when Caprice whispered in his ear, Bunter knew his luck was about to change. She was taking him to bed.
Bunter: Caprice, are you sure?
Caprice: Yes, Marvin. We're ready.
Caprice: It's just us right now. No worries about weddings or money or jobs or...anything. Just us.
Bunter: Just us.
Bunter wondered how he could feel so contented and so excited all at the same time.
Bunter: Caprice, I...
Caprice: It's ok, Marvin. Everything can wait. Let's just be together.
So they spent long moments enjoying each other's company.
But the day's demands were calling. Time to face responsibilities.
Caprice: I need to oversee work on the yard today. And then, afterwards, Marvin? We'll talk, right?
Bunter: Uh...sure.
But Bunter wasn't sure at all. How was he going to fix his story without revealing the whole blasted mess? Something told him, Caprice wouldn't like it if she knew he'd become a soldier of fortune...for a bunch of Woeful Countenances!
