Termites
written by:
Aaron Director

Termites. I usually make my husband, Brian, take care of these kinds of things, but he was out of town on business. So, after I had gotten over freaking out at the army of bugs climbing right out of my the floorboards, I found a pest company on the Internet and paid them extra to bump me to the top of their list for fumigation. They would come in only a couple of days to tent the house. The problem was that was a couple of days too long - there was no way I was going to stay in that house with piles of those things just appearing with no notice. The moment I had the pest control scheduled, I called my best friend, Caitlin.

"It's me," I said, breathless, as soon as Caitlin answered.

"Amanda? What's wrong?"

"My house is overrun with bugs," I blurted. "I need a place to stay for a couple of days. Help!"

"It's not a great time," she said. "Can't you ..."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw dozens, or maybe hundreds, of termites stream out from beneath a baseboard, piling on top of each other, and I cut Caitlin off with a shriek. "Caitlin, I'm freaking out here," I yelped.

"Okay, okay," she said. "Come on over. But call me from your car - I have to warn you about something."

I ran out of the house. I didn't even grab clothes for the next few days - I just bolted. In the car, I dialed Caitlin and thanked her for letting me stay.

"Peter and I are happy to have you," she said, "but let me tell you something, because you may feel more comfortable staying somewhere else."

"I doubt it," I said.

"Hear me out. You know that Peter and I have been seeing a therapist, right?" I did know that. "Nothing serious, but we've been trying to get past a, um, lull. We were kind of stuck in sweatpants mode."

"Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Of course not. But the person we've been seeing has some, ah, unconventional recommendations."

I heard a click on the other end of the line - Peter picked up another phone and joined the call. "She's a complete loon," he said. "Total crackpot."

"Yes," Caitlin continued, "but be that as it may. She thinks we're overthinking things, letting our neuroses control us too much. A few days ago, she gave us strict instructions that our house is to be an inhibition-free zone."

"That means," said Peter, "that we're supposed to walk around naked all the time."

"I guess that cures the sweatpants problem," I said.

"Actually," Peter said, "it kind of does. I thought the whole idea was completely batty, but I've got to say, it seems to be working."

It dawned on me what he was talking about. "Ohhhh," I said.

"So, like I was saying," said Amanda, "we're happy to have you, but I won't be offended if you'd rather stay somewhere else. We're pretty committed to seeing this thing through."

"Yeah," I said, disappointed at my agreement. "Maybe I'll just check into a hotel. The only thing is that I didn't bring any clothes, and there is no way in hell I'm going back into my own house."

"Well, by all means, come borrow some of mine. Lord knows I'm not using them."

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I had tried to prepare myself, but when I rang the doorbell, I still wasn't quite ready for the shock of being greeted at the door by a stark-naked Caitlin. She welcomed me with a hug, her breasts warm against the thin cotton of my t-shirt. Once the door closed, I stepped back and looked at her.

"Well, you do have a glow about you," I said. Her cheeks reddened to match the flush just above her round breasts. She wasn't saying, but I knew the just-got-fucked look when I saw it.

Peter came around the corner to say hello. Before I could avert my eyes, I saw his thick, long half-erection jutting out. He must have finished or pulled out just as I rang the bell. I could practically smell the sex on these two.

"Jesus," I said, turning away. "Sorry, sorry. Let me just get some clothes and I'll be out of your way." I covered my eyes with one hand and tried to feel my way toward their bedroom with the other, but I ended up walking right into Peter. I felt his dick brush my hip and my face went right into one of his strong shoulders. "Amanda," he said. "It's fine, open your eyes."

I did, but I still tried to look away. Caitlin laughed. "It's okay to look," she said. "Actually, it helps. We're supposed to be ‘releasing our inhibitions,' that's what Shanti says." Peter snorted. "So, really, if it bothers us for you to see us naked, that's one of the things we're supposed to be getting over. You're actually helping us by being here."

"So you want people to see you naked?" I asked.

"Well, not, like, the neighbors, or people from work," Caitlin said.

"We'd like to keep our jobs and our house, thanks much," Peter added.

"But we trust you. So you don't have to be in a hurry to get to your hotel. At least stay for dinner."

---------------------------------------------------------- And I did. It was weird at first, but then I realized that was mostly because I was fully clothed and they were naked. Within an hour, it felt like I was the weird one. Caitlin looked beautiful and regal as ever, her shiny auburn hair twisted loosely and hanging over her shoulder. I was used to seeing her thick breasts pushed artificially upward by her structurally reinforced bras, but in their natural state, they seemed almost to float, full, round, and soft. Her flat stomach descended into a narrow waist, but her hips flared out into a fleshy, muscular ass. And she looked great with Peter, who was built like a swimmer, tall and thin, with the sparse, dark thatch of hair on his chest a nice compliment to the curly hair on his head and the well-groomed set above his thick, long member. The more I watched them go about their business, the more natural it seemed, and I felt uncomfortable.

I pulled Caitlin aside. "Hey," I said, "would it bother you, you know, if I weren't wearing so much?"

"What, naked?"

"No," I said. "Bra and panties, I guess."

"Why would it bother me?"

"I don't want to put on a show for your husband, that's all. I'm just feeling overdressed."

"You are overdressed," Caitlin said, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Wear whatever you want. Seriously, whatever." So I folded up my t-shirt and my jeans. All that was left was a little blue thong and a lacy white bra. "Leave your inhibitions behind," I whispered to myself.

Then I went into the kitchen to pour myself a stiff drink. Peter was reading something on an iPad, just sitting on a towel folded over a bar stool. Caitlin and I chit-chatted. I got comfortable - almost completely comfortable, except for every time I caught myself sneaking a look at Peter's crotch. And once, when I was texting Brian to let him know that I was staying with Caitlin and Peter until the pest fumigation was done, I was pretty sure I spotted Peter, in the reflection in my phone, sneaking a look at me, too.

It felt so normal that, when I offered to make dinner for Caitlin and Peter to return the favor for putting me up, I ditched my bra and panties too before putting on an old apron they had hanging in the pantry. It covered my breasts in front, but when I brought the food to the dining table, leaning over to set it down, Peter saw that the apron left no coverage from behind. He let out a wolf whistle. Caitlin laughed and leaned over to give my ass a loud, playful slap. Playing along, I leaned over, rested my elbows on the table, and wagged my hips. Peter reached out as if to spank me too, but he hesitated, and ended up just rubbing my buttock gently. "I'm glad you're getting into the spirit," he said. His hand sent a charge into me. I could feel it between my legs. I kind of wished he'd spanked me, too.

"I am too," I replied, loosening the apron string and pulling it over my head. No turning back now. I brushed my wavy blond hair off my shoulders, stuck my tits out, and sat down to eat. There was a moment of awkward silence as they both looked at me.

"Sorry," Caitlin finally said. "I didn't mean to stare."

"It's fine," I said. "You're supposed to stare. I'm in the house of no inhibitions, remember?"

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"Hey, ‘Manda, we're going to watch a movie," Caitlin called out from the living room. "Want to join us?"

"In a minute - start without me," I said. Brian had texted to say that he had to entertain clients that night, but would call me later. I texted back to tell him I'd have to warn him about the strange things afoot.

By the time I got to the living room, they were already a half-hour into the movie, some French drama. Amanda sat on one corner of the couch; Peter sat in the middle with an arm around her. I sat on the far end of the couch and pulled my knees to my chest. With the two naked bodies to my side, the stilted French subtitles, and the half-hour of the movie I had missed, I found it impossible to catch up, and I must have dozed off.

I woke up to quiet moaning. Caitlin was still on the other end of the couch, but Brian had his hands between her thighs, making small motions. Caitlin undulated slowly, making an "mmm - mmm" sound. As her head lolled to the side, she spotted me looking back.

"Mmmm. I wondered when you were going to wake up," she said. "We weren't sure if we should wait for you to leave to get started here. Does it bother you?"

"Not sure," I said. "Does it bother you that I'm watching?"

"Doesn't bother me a bit," Peter mumbled from between Caitlin's thighs, before going back to work.

"Stay if you want," Caitlin added. "I definitely - oh - I definitely think you should stay."

Peter straightened up, grabbed Caitlin around the hips, and slid her to the edge of the couch. It was low enough, and he tall enough, that it left her just at the height of his hips. He looked at me and put his hand around his shaft. He held it there for a moment so that I could look at it - so that I could appreciate it, I thought - before rubbing the head between Caitlin's puffy lips. She moaned again. Peter pushed in slowly, then pulled out a little. Each time he pushed a bit deeper in and pulled only halfway out, until he was fully inside her, his spine arched like a bow with an arrow loaded and aimed. He held one of Caitlin's ankles near his shoulder as his pace evened, making long strokes in and out. He gently laid Caitlin's leg down and leaned into her, resting her head on her shoulder. She turned to me as he bit her neck, but all she said was "oh."

Peter pulled out, and rolled until he was sitting on the middle of the couch. Caitlin quickly followed, straddling him with her knees and putting his cock back into her cunt. They were so close to me that I instinctively moved toward them. I leaned onto Peter's shoulder. I don't know what came over me, but I reached over and pressed Caitlin's clit with my middle finger. She grunted almost immediately, a deep, primal "oh, god," and began rolling her hips even harder. As I rubbed her as quickly as I could, she bit into a twist of her hair, moaning, "oh, fuck, oh, fuck me, god, yes," faster until it elided into a single half-squeal, half-grunt accompanied by a spasm. She rolled her head backward and exhaled a long breath, then lifted herself off of Peter. I had stopped rubbing her clit when she came, but my hand still rested on her mound, and I felt Peter's cock as it slid out of her. Caitlin reached between her legs and squeezed his shaft gently, just once or twice, and Peter came, a mighty spurt that reached her belly and dripped down my hand. I pulled my hand away and looked at it a moment.

"Fuck," Caitlin said breathily. "That was great. You really sent me over the edge."

"It was really hot," I said, chiding myself for my inarticulateness. "Super hot. I'm really horny."

Caitlin rolled off Peter's lap toward me. "Then do what comes naturally," she said, her hand faintly brushing my knee.

I panicked and ran. "Maybe I will," I called as I left for the guest room, but I wasn't going to do it in front of them.

When I got to the guest room, I shut the door behind me. So much for no inhibitions. I was just working up a head of steam with my fingers when my phone rang. Brian.

"So what's the weird thing you wanted to tell me about?" he asked.

"It's - they're doing this weird therapy exercise where they're not supposed to have any inhibitions."

"So, like, they're just being brutally honest? Insulting each other to their faces?"

"No, just the opposite, actually. They're walking around naked all day and, um ..."

"You mean they're naked while you're right there?"

"Actually, please don't get mad, but I'm kind of naked in front of them too."

Pause. "I should be mad, but it sounds kind of hot. Am I supposed to be naked when I get there too?"

"You don't have to be—they won't make you. But you can if you want."

"I don't know—I'd be pretty embarrassed if I got a hard-on watching you and Caitlin walking around naked."

"Believe me, they wouldn't bat an eye."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they really mean no inhibitions. They had sex right in front of me today."

"Jesus. How awkward."

"Actually ..."

"You liked it!"

"Not going to lie."

"Jesus. It sounds ... interesting."

"Yeah. You should get here as soon as you can."

"I've got some things to tie up, but I will."

Talking to Brian kind of killed my momentum, so rather than resuming my solo recital, I went to bed and slept fitfully.

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I woke up to a slight clinking noise. Caitlin was setting a tray of fruit and juice on the nightstand. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said.

"No, it's all right," I said, sitting up. The sheet fell to my waist, exposing my breasts. I noticed that I didn't even move to cover them up.

Cait sat on the edge of the bed. "Look," she said, "I hope that wasn't too weird for you last night. We're committed to this inhibition thing, but it's not fair for us to put it on you too."

"If it had bothered me, I would have left. You could see I got kind of caught up in it."

"Yeah," Caitlin said. "That was really something. You watching was a turn-on, but when you touched me, it was just - it was like pouring gas on an open flame. You're okay with it?"

"More than OK."

"Good." Caitlin leaned across and gave me a confusing kiss on the lips. More than a peck, but not enough to draw any conclusions. She briefly held my chin in her hand, looking in my eyes, like she was searching for something. Finally, she broke her gaze. "Rest as long as you want," she said. "I think I'm going to find me some cock."

I still felt like I should give her her privacy, so I ate leisurely, finishing the juice and eating half of the fruit. When I left the room, I already could hear Peter and Caitlin, so I followed the noise. They were in the sitting area off the kitchen. It was flooded with light from their back windows. Caitlin was standing braced against a chair, her hands on its back, her arms perpendicular to the floor. She gripped it tightly, the lean muscles of her thin arms taut; her back muscles straining. Her head tilted slightly back. She was bent slightly forward at the waist, her back straight, so that her ass stuck out backward above her straight legs. Peter was so tall that in this position, he had to curve, like a comma, to penetrate her while kissing her neck.

I sat myself in the plush chair against which Caitlin was leaning, throwing my legs over one arm and my upper body over the other. Peter had a bead of sweat on his brow, and Caitlin's breasts were flushed completely red. They clearly had been at it for a while.

"What took you so long?" Caitlin whispered between little grunts that she seemed unable to stifle. "I told you I was going to get fucked and that I liked it when you watched. But he has been fucking me for so. Long. You really didn't take the hint." She took a deep, halting breath.

"I'm lost here," I said. "You really have to tell me what to do."

"Okay, ‘Manda," Caitlin said. "Can you do me a really big favor?"

"I think I can," I said, sitting up so I could reach for her with my hand again."

"Amanda," Caitlin said, "please lick my cunt."

I stopped. That was more than I was ready for. I flushed, the same color as Caitlin's tits.

"Amanda," Caitlin said, "please. Please. Peter has been fucking me for so. Long. I want to feel your tongue."

Peter stepped back and reached one arm underneath Caitlin's ass. In one motion, he lifted her up. Now Caitlin braced her feet on the legs of the chair, leaning against Peter, who continued to pump into her. She raised her arms and embraced Peter's head behind her own. Her ass was suspended above the back of the chair. Her pussy was facing right at me. With Peter's cock in her, her lips were spread wide.

"Amanda, now, please."

I took a deep breath and, kneeling backward on the seat of the chair, began to lick Caitlin's clit. It tasted thickly of sex, of salt and of musky juices. I licked it hard with the flat of my tongue, the tip accidentally touching the shaft of Peter's cock as it slid in and out.

"Oh, god!" Caitlin barked, "keep licking, keep licking, ohhhhh," and her cry turned into a half-yelp, half moan, as she came violently. She lifted herself off the chair and slid sideways to the floor. "Jesus, look at me, my thighs are quivering."

She took Peter's cock in one hand, stroking it, but she could barely stand up. She caught my eye, and slowed her stroking, pointing Peter's cock at me. It seemed to take all the energy she had, but she arched an eyebrow at me.

"Please," she said, "I'm spent, and he's almost there."

All of the things that should have been running through my mind right then - that I was married, that my husband would soon be there, that this man's cock was connected to my best friend's husband - were absent. There was nothing for me but that beautiful, pulsing prick, so hard and, as long as it stayed that way, mine alone. Without a thought I leaned forward, reaching up and lacing the fingers of one hand into Peter's chest hair.

Caitlin fed the tip of Peters's cock into my mouth, but I did the rest. In one motion, I let it slide right deep into the back of my throat. My mouth could open just wide enough to accommodate it, and the moment I thought I could take it no deeper, I felt my nose tickle the hair below Peter's stomach. I could deep-throat it, but just. I lifted my head off, and did it again. Caitlin leaned so close to me that I could feel her hot breath against my cheek. I deep-throated Peter eight, perhaps ten times, when, with a grunt, he spilled his come deep in my mouth. He spurted three, four, five times, long, slow discharges, some of which I swallowed and some of which spilled out of my mouth and down my cheek and chin. I kept sucking as Peter softened in my mouth. As he withdrew, Caitlin grabbed my chin and turned my face to hers, kissing me deeply and taking some of Peter's come into her mouth.

"I do believe," I said, "that your therapist is on to something."

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I should have felt guilty but I didn't. I should have been confused, disoriented, but I wasn't. I retreated to the guest room and masturbated myself silly. As a courtesy to Caitlin and Peter, I left my door open.

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Text from Brian: "Finished early. B there ASAP."

Me: "Better hurry."

Brian: "?"

Me: "Shit's getting crazy."

Brian: "On my way." He was three hours away by car.

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"Was that Brian?" Caitlin asked. I nodded. "You tell him what's happening?"

"About last night, yes," I said. "About this morning, not really."

"Not really?"

"I just told him it was getting a little out of hand."

"Well, that could mean anything."

"Yeah." I didn't feel guilty about anything that happened, but I did feel guilty about not telling him, I suppose. "But I didn't really know how to explain it."

Caitlin took my phone from me. "A picture is worth a thousand words," she said, and I groaned. I have never been the nude selfie type. But as she aimed my phone at me, I spread my legs and let my hands fall into my crotch. Caitlin reached in and parted my hands, so they were resting on the insides of my thighs but weren't hiding my pussy. She snapped the picture, inspected it, and handed the phone back to me.

"There's something missing," she said.

"Looks good to me." I sent it to Brian.

"No, wait," Caitlin said.

Brian's text: "!!!"

"Here," Caitlin said. She sat next to me, the soft skin of her hip abutting mine. She took my phone with her left hand and reached her right between my legs. She began to rub, until I began to squirm. Then, just as she slipped two fingers into me, she reached her left hand out and snapped a picture. "Don't stop," I begged, but she gently pulled her hand back and licked her fingers clean and wiped them on her hip. Then she showed me the picture - my two hands holding my thighs apart, my head back, the veins in my neck throbbing in clear ecstasy, her hand coming in from out-of-frame and burying its fingers in me. Caitlin handed the phone back to me, and I texted it to Brian.

His response: "ON MY WAY ON MY WAY."

"I think we can take that as his implicit approval," Caitlin said.

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Caitlin had errands to run. "Even in a naked house," she said, "someone has to get the groceries." So she went out, dressed up in a cute French-schoolgirl-type outfit: oversized cashmere beret, double-breasted wool coat, short skirt, knee-high socks. "Be good," she said, blowing her husband a kiss.

I wasn't there for the next part of this, but I heard what happened, and I'll tell it as best I can:

Brian pulled up to the curb just as Caitlin got home, so she handed him the groceries as she unlocked the door and ushered him in. "Do me a favor and put the milk in the refrigerator," she instructed. "You can leave the rest on the counter."

When Brian returned to the living room, Caitlin was hanging her coat in the front closet. "Sit down," she told him. He chose an easy chair and sunk into it.

"Where's Amanda?" he asked.

"I don't know. I'm sure there's something keeping her busy," Caitlin replied, sitting down on the arm of the chair where Brian was sitting.

"She told me, um, I thought this was a naked house," Brian stammered.

Caitlin gave him a stern look. "My, aren't you impatient." She took off her hat and handed it to him, shaking out her long auburn hair. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. She hadn't worn a bra. Brian shuddered as he stared at her perky breasts, her swollen pink nipples.

Caitlin rolled gently onto her hip on the arm of Brian's chair and reached under her skirt, tugging her underwear down, first one leg, then the other. She set it down on her hat, still in Brian's lap. She still wore her short wool skirt, riding dangerously high up her hips, and her knee-length socks. "Naked enough for you, or are you going to get greedy?" she asked. Brian shook his head.

"And what about you, now?" Caitlin asked. "Aren't you overdressed?" Brian nodded. Caitlin unknotted his tie and slid it off his collar. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head, then did the same with his undershirt. She pushed both hands into his chest, then leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on his sternum. She kneeled on the floor and untied his shoes, pulling each off, followed by his socks. She rose to her knees, unbuckled his belt, unclasped his pants, unzipped him, then reached her fingers into his waistband behind his back, pulling both his pants and his underwear down and off.

"Splendid," she said as his cock sprung up. She leaned in until the base was just above her breasts, the shaft hard against her neck, the tip tickling her cheek. She gripped it, stroking it gently, rubbing her thumb in idle circles at the base of the head.

"Shall I kiss it?" Caitlin asked.

"My, my, wife," Brian shuddered.

"She won't mind," Caitlin said. "I already watched her suck my husband's prick."

Brian gasped as Caitlin shifted to a two-handed grip.

"Are you jealous? Did you want to watch Amanda suck my husband's prick?"

"Yes," Brian whispered.

"Do you want to watch her fuck my husband?"

"Yes."

"Will you let me suck your cock first?"

"Yes."

Amanda twisted her head and ran her tongue the length of Brian's member. She took it slowly into her mouth, deeply, letting the build-up of saliva drip down Brian's cock and her chin. She worshipped his cock, sucking it, nuzzling it, licking it. Her skirt rode higher up her hips until it was tangled around her waist, and Brian looked down at her upside-down heart-shaped rear end, split wide as she kneeled, splay-legged, beneath him. He wet a finger and reached down, working it into her asshole. She squealed and deep-throated him faster, sucking harder, until he couldn't hold back, and he came, first in her mouth, then on her chin, and then several thick spurts on her rosy chest, the come all dripping down between her breasts and pooling on her hiked-up skirt.

Caitlin rose, knees wobbling, and stepped back into the wall. She rested there a minute, knees facing inward. Brian could see her pink cunt now. Caitlin swiped a bit of come on her finger and put it in her mouth, her head hanging low, looking out of the tops of her eyes at him. She didn't say anything, just played with his come.

"You should have fucked me before you came," Caitlin said. "Now I'm going to have to wait for you to fuck me."

"Jesus, Cait." But he was already stiffening again, and she wouldn't have to wait long.

"Hey," Caitlin said, as if just remembering something. "Let's go see what your wife's up to."

Caitlin led him by the hand, walking slowly, swinging her hips before him. Her skirt was settling, so it covered her hips, but the bottoms of her cheeks still peeked from beneath the hem. They walked hand-in-hand, an echo of new young lovers on a stroll, in no hurry to get anywhere. Up the stairs, toward the back of the house, to a bedroom with the door ajar. Caitlin pushed it open.

That's when Brian saw me. I was on the bed. I had a pillow under my hips, raising my ass in the air, but other than that, I was flat on my stomach. Peter was above me, vigorously and insistently thrusting into me from behind. I gripped and twisted another pillow in front of me and looked up at Brian and Caitlin entering the room.

"Hi, honey," I said. "I have Peter's cock inside me."

Brian didn't say anything.

"I assume from the come all over Caitlin that you don't mind."

Brian nodded.

"He's going to fuck me now anyway," Caitlin announced.

"I can't wait to see it," I said. "But Amanda, you still owe me a favor."

Amanda smiled. I stopped Peter's thrusting for a moment with a hand on his hip, then rolled us both onto our sides, lifting one knee up so that my pussy was exposed. Caitlin leaned over the bed, turned her head sideways and brushed her hair over one shoulder, then began licking my clit. I had never felt a woman's tongue down there, and the sensation was incredible. Peter began moving inside me again, more slowly, but deeper. Caitlin's licking began to take on a rhythm as Brian, standing behind her, entered her.

I was overwhelmed by my senses - the smell of sex, the feeling of Peter inside me and Caitlin's mouth at my cunt, the sight of Brian fucking Caitlin. I came first, with a yelping squeal, and when I was done, I reached out to tickle Caitlin's clit, which sent her over the edge. Brian came soon after, pulling out to shoot all over her back. Peter came last, inside me, at the end of a particularly deep thrust, spilling himself down the inside of my thighs as he pulled out. I licked Brian's come from Caitlin's back as she laughed. She returned the favor, licking Peter's come from my thighs and spending an unnecessarily long, but pleasurable, amount of time at my pussy, making me come a second time.

A phone went off somewhere in the house, and Brian went to hunt for it. He came back with a smile on his face. "It's going to take the pest control people two days to fumigate our house," he said. "Would you guys mind if we stayed a couple more days?"

Caitlin peeled off her skirt and tossed it, ruined with my husband's come, into the wastebasket. She stretched languidly on the bed, shiny from tits to waist with dried come, her pussy lips glowing pink. "I think we can make room for you," she said, patting the bedspread.