Christie comes out of the master bath wearing a robe of fiery orange-red 
satin. The robe does little to hide how voluptuously she jiggles up front, and 
sways further down. The seductive biff walks straight over and cozies up against 
his side. The scent of her perfume and the warm weight of her breasts oozing against his right arm give rise to a modest 
urge right where he feels such things the most.