"ACK! Fucking bitch!!" Hank half-bellowed, half-giggled after the ass smack, flinging away the pillow and surging up to pin her to the bed in a brief, halfhearted struggle that ended with her half-stretched out over Claire, holding her wrists down without any real strength as Claire lay limp beneath her.

"We've been out." she pointed out. "We've had dinner at least three times since...y'know. And I sleep in your room almost every night and...yeah, girlfriend. Brand new, still in the wrapping, but still! Am I wrong?"