Let me tell you how the temperature of Frank & Wanda's fantasy-sharing in the late morning of the hottest day of the year, previously told in
Rear Window
, rose even higher when their view shifted to the front yard. The grass on the other side seems at least as green as on their own.
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Dust particles danced in the sunlight filtering through the blinds. It reflected on the polished metal as the fork's prongs punctured mellow skin. Red liquid stained once white cloth. Wanda's voice breaking the silence was clad in drama.
"Oh, how I love it!"
Frank watched a blood-red drop getting caught before running down her chin and being sucked off from her finger, and said, "You really like to make a show, don't you?"
Hand on her bosom, Wanda recited, "O Romeo, Romeo... retain that dear perfection... take all myself."
"Honestly, sometimes I feel like your amateur acting nights rubbed off on you a bit too much."
Laughter filled the shiftless summer air before another tomato slice vanished into Wanda's mouth. "Funny. You never complain about my role-playing skills when we're upstairs."
"Because your bedroom performances are such a delight. But this..."
"Stop beefing, it's just salad," she said through chewing teeth.
"Can you blame me? You're the only mouth-watering delicacy in this room." Frank stared suspiciously at the intimidating piece of lettuce Wanda had fished from the carnivore's nightmare his salad bowl was.
The green leaf moved in hypnotic circles on the end of her fork, "Just one more bite, darling."
As the threat of the incoming vegetable drew nearer, he dodged her attempts to feed him.
"Stop that, and open your mouth like a good boy."
Frank leant back further, on the edge of falling over with his chair, and shook his head, tight-lipped.
"Open up, you know it's good for you," Wanda wooed, her voice artificially sweet.
"Nnnnh," Frank pushed through clenched teeth.
"Drop that jaw," the honey in her voice was gone.
Still, his head shook violently.
"Mmh, if not the stick, would you like the carrot instead?" Wanda mused, a saliva-laden finger turned her white top's fabric semi-transparent, a dark pink circular patch beneath becoming visible.
Frank's jaw dropped involuntarily.
"Oh, it's so fulfilling to see you working on your button issues," Wanda exclaimed triumphantly.
Grumpily munching the bit he was fed with, Frank looked down and asked, "What's wrong with my buttons?"
"They were threatening to come off and hit me in the eyes."
Frank sucked in his belly and bathed in denial, "They would never..."
"Mmh, what a sight, Mr Sexy-Abs. For how long can you stay like that?" Wanda teased, wiggling her eyebrows as her trigger finger moved under her left shoulder strap.
"You're so ineffable."
"Flattery!" More good-natured laughter filled the room. Ebbing down, it was quickly replaced by the midday heat heightened by her finger running down the neckline of her tank top, stretching and pulling at the soft material. "It might get you somewhere."
"I really wish I knew who sent you down your evil ways."
Her finger's movement became even more alluring when Wanda leaned forward as if she was about to share her most treasured secret, "You remember the Bennett's pool party last month?" Not waiting for Frank's acknowledgement, she continued, "You said hello to Steve and Keisha too, didn't you?"
"Yeah, hadn't seen them for ages. They looked good."
"Good? Good? Boy, they looked fantastic!"
"Can't tell, only had eyes for you."
"Awww, so sweet," followed by a quick punch to his shoulder, "but still, sweet lies are lies, Mister."
"Ouch, you really should train less. That one hurt."
"No," Wanda's finger dug into Frank's chest, "You should train more. Especially after I learned how much losing thirty pounds improved their love life."
His eyebrow climbed a bit higher.
"While you were being drawn to the grill like a moth to the flame, Keisha told me, in every damn graphic detail, how they overcame the steak coma and turned dessert time..."
"What's a steak coma?"
"Can't remember when we returned from
that
barbeque? Where your innocent wife got totally spoiled by some yummy people she hadn't seen in years, bragging about their nighttime activities." Her eyes closed for a moment, lost in the memory. "That sight alone when Keisha's tongue played with that darn carrot stick. All the while Steve's chin glistened with juice from the peaches he ate." She sighed.
"He had several of them, and each one left his mouth more sticky than the other." Wanda scooped up a rivulet of salad dressing flowing from Frank's lower lip. "Looking over from where we stood, his teeth sunk into the dripping pulp, I swear I could hear him suck each fruit dry, even from yards away. And to make it even worse, that sucker came over, a plate with cut figs in one hand, and a banana for Keisha in the other. You can't imagine how they relished their fruit. Food porn, literally!" Absent-mindedly, her coated finger pushed its way inside her mouth.
An audible pop announced it was clean before Wanda went on in a different tone, "But then, when wobbly-knees-wifey returns home, guess what she finds on the couch downstairs?"
"Ummm..."
"Yeah, Mr Lumberjack himself, deforesting the whole of Canada. Full-on asleep with a meat overdose. Gosh, I was so..." Another smack to Frank's shoulder.