Peta didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to go there. Peta was home alone in her house that she shared with her husband. he called to say he would be late. Peta was simply watching some TV when she felt the urge she had to leave. She didn't know why and she didn't really know where.

Peta entered her car and drove out of her driveway. She got onto the highway and drove towards downtown. Before entering the city, she turned off and drove into a hotel parking lot. She exited the car, entered the hotel, got into the elevator, and found herself on the seventeenth floor.

At room 1725, she knocked on the door. She heard a familiar voice say, "That must be room service."

The door opened and her husband stood before her. He was naked except for a robe supplied by the hotel, that he quickly threw on. Behind him on the bed was a pretty blonde in her twenties. She wasn't the thinnest thing, but she was very pretty nonetheless.

A surprised Merrill Douglas exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" He should have said, "I can explain." Although that wouldn't make any difference to what was going to happen.

"To be honest," Peta told her husband, "I really don't know. But I know what I must do."

"What's that?"

"Take off that silly robe and get dressed," Peta commanded.

Merrill naturally turned and headed towards his clothes which were spread out on the floor.

"No don't put those on, start with the panties."

"You want me to what?"