With not much to do today, I decided to ride out to a new development and peek inside the model home. It was a beautiful house, impeccably decorated, the scent of baking cookies and freshly brewed coffee an attempt to make people feel 'at home.' Upstairs, the master bedroom was huge with three (yeah, count 'em, three) walk-in closets, fireplace, 'juice bar', royal walk-way to the bath and a built-in entertainment center. Down the hall ... I entered one of the smaller rooms and was SHOCKED! (yes, shocked, I tell you) to come on a rather intimate scene between these two. The lights had been dimmed and there they were, on the bed with a lewd 'lookin' good' winking blanket at the foot of it. A tryst in the model home. The goofy smiles, crossed eyes and half clothed body of the pinkish one told the entire story. Voyeur that I am, I naturally took a picture before apologizing for the intrusion and backing out of the room. As I hurried down the hall, I am convinced I heard the sound of a lighter and someone asking, "Cigarette, my dear?"