Heather stretches out on the bed, and watches Jake pace back and forth like a caged lion. Apparently, he’s still upset that the wrestling match, that HE wanted, did not turn out the way he thought it would! He’s fuming! Heather can’t quite suppress her satisfied smile. “Come on, Baby…” she pouts, “come to bed.” She rubs her nylon feet together, and scrunches her toes, making her soles wrinkle. “Don’t worry, Baby…I won’t tell anyone. Besides…who cares if I can beat you up? Everyone knows…you’re a lover, not a fighter!” (Giggle)