"What hardly seems fair?" he asked, rising to his feet.
"That I only got to materialize for a single night this time. The way you bounce me in and out of your subconscious is a screaming crime. I suppose I'll have to sit around here for another eternity, just waiting for you to get into another scrape that you can't get yourself out of."
"That's right," Marc said, grinning at her affectionately. "Every time I find myself in a tight spot, I just say to myself, 'Well, Marc, old boy, it's time to drop in and pick up Toffee. Now, there's a girl that can really fix things up!'" He stopped speaking and smiled down at her wryly.
"I'll bet you do," she pouted. "You just use me. Men are all selfish dogs."
"And don't you love them!" said Marc.
Suddenly Toffee grinned. "I guess I do," she laughed. "I suppose I'm just sore because it always comes to an end so soon. It'll all be over in a minute now. Kiss me goodbye?"
"Naturally," said Marc, and took her tenderly into his arms.
After a long moment, he released her, and looked down to find that she was smiling up at him.
"And remember," she said. "Think of something off-color once in a while, so I'll have something to work on. Besides, it'll be good for you."
"I will," Marc laughed. "I'll think of you. That is, I'll think of you when Julie...." Suddenly his smile faded into an expression of deep concern. "Julie! She's still going to divorce me! You're walking out on me, this time, before everything's settled."