Liza yelled at the top of her lungs. Buck-naked she knelt on the bed beside her husband’s lounging form. After she yelled her response, she promptly broke into hysterical tears and plopped back down on the bed. “Liza, what in the world are you talking about? Baby, you’re not making any sense! And what does hair pulling have to do with us having sex?” He sat up swiftly and tried to pull her back down onto his chest. “If you were still pulling it, you’d know what I was talking about!” she snatched her body away, refusing to allow him to pull her back in. “Oh just forget it, Greg! It’s a lost cause anyway.” Liza sprang from the bed and her newly bobbed, freshly relaxed hair whipped around her face as she grabbed the black silk kimono sprawled on the foot of the bed. With precise, angry motion, she shoved her arms through the sleeves. After she tied the sash, she nearly ran to the bedroom door with her need to escape. As she was opening the door to leave, her husband strode up behind her and slammed it shut.
