"Ah," she gasped, trapping him between her thighs, yanking his hair in the midst of passion. He couldn't wait any longer either, stood up, unbuckled himself, fished the square plastic from his pocket, and ripped it. But he looked down, frowning.

"What's up, babe?" She asked, lying deeper inside the bed.

"Nothing," he said. "My brother pulled a prank, mixing his candy trove with my stuff." He showed the square plastic filled with marshmallows.