| The nervous young bride, Preeto, irritated by Banta's lusty advances on their wedding night and reprimanded him severely. "I demand proper manners in bed," she declared, "just as I do at the dinner table." Amused by his wife's formality, Banta smoothed his rumpled hair and climbed quietly between the sheets. "Is that better?" he asked, with a hint of a smile. "Yes," replied Preeto, "much better." "Very good, darling," Banta whispered. "Now would you be so kind as to please pass the pussy?" |