Swap fest galore George Werbin

Terry Gregory was disgusted. Her husband was late. Once more a delicious dinner was cold and soggy.

She paced the floor as she waited. Life with George was becoming dull and drab. Life in suburbia was one monotonous bore.

Finally he came home.

"Well, what kept you?" Terry exclaimed, as he strode in.

"I told you, honey, not to wait for me," he said. "Go ahead and have your dinner."

"What kept you, George?" she demanded.

"I've got to work," he said, "and now that I'm an executive, my hours are my own. That means I can work till midnight."

"It isn't anyone else, is it, George?" Terry said, her eyes narrowing.

"Look, wife," he said, "I'm too damned tired to go through that again. I've been faithful to you, and dammit, don't bug me."

George was like that. Whenever she would suspicion he was playing around, he would get on the defensive.