An appointment

Marge looked even more **** than the previous years. She held her head low, as if she was awfully tired. "Careful, thought Homer as he joined her in the car. Must act as if nothing happened."

"Maaaaaaaarge! You look beautiful!
-...
-... so... That was a breeze, uh? How did it go? Miss Hoover got a mouthfull of... I mean... a mouthfull of... good... things to say... about Lisa. You know.
-Homer, Mrs Krabappel wants to talk to you too. Tomorrow."

Marge said nothing else untill they were in bed. She fell asleep rather quickly, leaving Homer lying on his back, wide awake. Things had went too fast with Miss Hoover, and though he had been physically pleased, he wasn't totally satisfied. He had had a hard-on ever since he had set eyes on his wife on the way home.

"Aw... but Marge's sleeping now..."