George smiled. "Let that be a lesson to you, dear."

Myra kissed him, shyly. They had been married for six years, but it was

a shy kiss.

"I don't need any lesson, George."

"No more Fort? No more psychokinesis?"

"No more, if you say so, George."

"I say so."

"Yes, sir," said Myra. "Yes, sir."