After his evening meal Don Lothario sat awhile. He was none for cleaning the dishes.
Why won't Kaylynn come and clean them? I gave her what she wanted. I don't understand! What's that? From the open window...could it be Kaylynn? Footsteps in the distance, coming this way, taken so the skirts don't rustle....not like Kaylynn, but maybe if she were hurrying to see me - I mean clean the dishes...
Don Lothario rushed to the door, then slowed himself way down, so as to look as if he just happened to be stepping outside for some fresh air. He turned casually to see who doth approach.
