The tensions of life were threatening to get a strangle hold on Bob, and after he'd finished a good dinner, he relaxed mindlessly in a soft chair next to the stereo, with a stiff drink in his hand.
His wife knew nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the thought of trying to wheedle a gift out of him by snuggling, murmuring and fondling him.
'Jesus, woman, get off of me!' he exploded. 'I get enough of this at the office.'"
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