She was more wriggly and screamy than before, so he knew he was doing a good job.
“That was the best, honey,” he said as he began to put on his clothes again, pausing to see his wife’s continued writhing against the door. That was your first time doing that; you didn’t damage yourself, did you?”
“No, no,” his wife says in response. As soon as I can free myself from the doorknob, I will be OK.
