[treblekane]

it initially worked, and the very drunk Linda assumed I was coming to bed. In less then a minute, however, those of us huddled by the bedroom door like giddy school children heard her raise her voice in annoyance when she discovered that it was not her husband in the darkened room with her. The crew fled the scene laughing, and I reluctantly followed. After 10 minutes when Bruce had not returned, however, I returned to the bedroom door and could hear the bed creaking and heavy breathing. Bruce had talked his way into the bed, and as I later witnessed on the alarm clock IR cam, was pumping away in her in the dark.