[Juttin]

The two of you make love for hours and fall asleep in each other's arms. The next day you are awakened by the usual smell of coffee, and for a moment wonder where you are. A flood of experiences from yesterday invades your consciousness. You look for Cathy, but she has evidently left the house. There is a note by the coffee pot.

It reads, "To my Silver Tiger: Thanks for a great night! I'd really love to do it again sometime. I've got a heavy date tonight, so if you could be out by about noontime, I could straighten the place up a bit. Keep in touch!"


Seriously, I'm some kind of pimp.