After a night in the throes of passion, Tony Twain was spent. He had used up all the energy that he had bottled up for more than half a year. He and Shania didn't know how many times they had made love, but it had certainly been a wild night. For a 40-year-old "uncle" with a heart condition, it could be considered amazing to have that kind of performance.
Until the mid-morning sun shone through a small crack in the curtains into the room, Shania still lay supine on the bed, and was unwilling to get up. When Twain patted her small buttocks and called her a lazy worm, she pouted and groaned, "Who was the one who turned Little Red Riding Hood into a lazy worm?"
After she finally got up and lifted the blanket, Twain found some red spots on the bedsheets. He also understood why Shania had lazed in bed and not gotten up.
But he was not surprised.
