"Only you would come up with something this weird in the middle of the day," Melanie whispered as she sat in the small viewing gallery overlooking the enclosed squash court.
Laela simply rolled her eyes and gave her best friend a knowing glance. "And only you would be foolish enough to not enjoy your own husband. I mean, he comes here to play every single day, and you didn't even know or care. How can you not relish your very own 'sex-on-a-stick' candy?"
Melanie scoffed and gave her a playful nudge. "Because he's my husband. I don't need to sneak out and ogle him like a hormonal teenager. I can do that from the comfort of my home-whenever I want. Heck, I can order him to do a strip tease for me every night. Why do I need to come here and hide and watch him?
