"I'm going to save your stodgy life with molecules, you skinny old, care-worn wraith," she breathed. "Then you'll be in my pay for the rest of your days. Just keep it in mind later when things begin to happen."
"Huh?" Marc said. "What things?"
"You'll see," Toffee said. "Wow!"
Marc drew himself up stiffly. "Now, look here," he said sternly, "you can just get this wow business right out of your head...."
"And if that doesn't work," Toffee said, "I've been studying hypnotism. I can transfix a snake at fifty yards." She brushed her cheek lightly against his. "Just think of that, you scaly old reptile."
"Just a second," Marc said. "If you think for one sec—"
But the sentiment was lost as Toffee renewed her hold on his neck and kissed him warmly and at considerable length on the mouth.
"That," she whispered, "is just a token payment in advance. Just wait till the mortgage comes due!"
