She put down her martini glass and said "Mmm" as Nick Carter entered, fresh from the shower. She tugged at the towel which he had modestly looped around his middle. It came away easily. "Double Mmm," she murmured as she studied his readiness. Nick slid onto the couch beside her, his hand moving down over her taut little buttocks. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the back of her neck lightly. The sharpness of the telephone's jangle made them both start.

1966.