Harm.
Drowsing
Drowsing contentedly after an afternoon of making love in bed, suddenly there's the sound of a the elevator coming up. Dreamily, the girl whispers, “Oh, oh, quick get moving, that's my husband.” Quick as a flash, Bill jumps out of bed, rushes to the window to see who parked in the visitors lot and suddenly stops dead. “What d'ya mean?” he bellows “I AM your husband!”