Janice's husband turns her down

"Well I..." Hank started to say. He was still facing her, and she had gotten a hell of a lot closer to him. She had him almost pinned up against the back wall of the bathroom with her hand on her chest. "I don't think that..."

"When was the last time you got a blowjob, Hank?" Lacy asked.

"Never," he said. "That's not the sort of thing Janice... the sort of thing a Christian woman does." Hank's body was turned toward her, but he had pried his eyes away from her cleavage to look at anywhere else in the room instead.

Lacy dropped to her knees. The bathroom tiles were cold, but she was used to a little discomfort during the act. She put her hands to work on Hank's belt. "It's a good thing I'm not much of a Christian woman, then," she said as she pressed her face against his pants.

Then, to her surprise, Hank slapped her hand away. She flinched back, holding her hands by her side, but the damage was done. Hank looked absolutely furious. "Gosh darn it, I'm a married man!" he protested. "What the heck do you think you're doing, girl?"

She started to panic. "I, I'm sorry, I didn't think... I thought you would like it!"

Hank slid out from where she had pressed him against the wall and went to the door. He didn't go out yet, but it was clear she had made a horrible mistake. "I shoulda known you models were loose women. My brother always warned Janice what having girls like you around could do!"