"It's a good one." She walked down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door.

"That's it." Greg whispered loudly as he stood up.

"What?"

"I can't take this anymore."

Cynthia stood up. "It's okay, Baby. It's gonna get better."

"But she's fine. Why can't you leave her here alone while we go out? You leave her every day to go to work."

"I know-but that's different. I'm afraid she'll be scared at night."

"Well, I just can't live this way."

"What are you saying?"

Greg dropped to one knee. "Cynthia Blockerman, will you marry me?"

"But, Honey, my mom will still be living here, even if we get married."

"Yes, but then we can go off to our bedroom."

"I see."

"And lock the door."

"So, you want me to marry you so you can have s.e.x with me?"

"Well...yeah!"

"That's allyou're interested in," she said demurely.

"No, of course not. But we've already got everything else. It's the only thing missing."

"In that case-yes!"

He jumped up and hugged her. "Oh, Baby... But it's got to be soon."

Cynthia giggled.

"I'm dying here," he said.

"Hey, you're not the only one who wants it. It's killing me too."

"Good. Now, kiss me."

Greg wondered how soon a wedding date Cynthia would agree to.

They could elope. Yeah! Just go to a justice of the peace. Would he still be up at this hour?

No. He was just being silly-and h.o.r.n.y. Cynthia deserved a beautiful church wedding-which was fine with him. And at least there would be no jilted lovers trying to spoil their day.

But still...maybe he would hire a guard for the balcony.

Just in case.

THE END.