E Block toilet

...and steps back into the toilet. Not trusting this

situation for even a moment, Paul opens his fly, takes a deep

breath to prepare himself for the pain, starts to pee...

...and we hear a healthy stream of water hitting the bowl.

The look on Paul's face says it all--blessed relief.

CUT TO:

INT. PAUL'S HOUSE - DUSK

Paul comes home from work, still looking numb about the whole

thing. He drifts to the kitchen door. Jan's at the counter,

slicing vegetables for dinner. She glances at him.

JAN

Hi, honey. How are you feeling?

PAUL

Um...not too bad.

She turns back. Paul's eyes drift down to admire her ass.

JAN

What did the doctor say?

No response. He's too busy staring. She turns again--he

glances hastily up.

PAUL

Oh, you know doctors. Gobble-de-

gook mostly.

She turns back, keeps working. He crosses the room, eyeing

her ass all the way...and surprised her by pressing up

against her from behind, running his hands along her hips.

JAN

Paul? What are you doing?

He starts laying kisses on the back of her neck, giving her

pleasant shivers, murmuring:

PAUL

What's it feel like?

JAN

I know what it feels like...it

feels great...but...Paul...

He's getting her breathless. She turns into his arms and they

get into some passionate kissing. It's not too long before

they're frantically peeling each other's clothes off...

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

...and we find them having a wild tumble in the sheets, both

moaning and groaning, sweating and panting. She pushes him

flat on the bed, pauses to catch her breath...

JAN

Those must've been some pills.

...and they keep going, rutting like crazed weasels...

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT

...as their moans go drifting into the night...

FADE TO:

SAME ANGLE AS ABOVE - DAWN

...and they're still moaning up there as the sun creeps up.

INT. BEDROOM - MORNING

Jan falls back, exhausted after the latest go-round. She

catches her breath, looks over at Paul, and finally:

JAN

Paul? Not that I'm complaining.

But we haven't gone four times in

one night since we were nineteen.

(off his look)

You wanna tell me just what the

hell's going on?

PAUL

Well...thing is...I never actually

got to the doctor yesterday...

She gives him a look--oh?

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM - MORNING

Paul is on the phone:

PAUL

Brutal? Listen...I'm thinking of

taking the morning off sick. You

cover the fort for me?

(beat)

That's swell. Thanks. Yeah, I'm

sure I'll feel better. Okay.

He hangs up, turns to Jan.

JAN

You sure you ought to do this?

PAUL

I'm not sure what I'm sure of.

CUT TO:

EXT. ROAD TO TEFTON - DAY

Paul's model T comes putt-putting up the road past a sign:

" Trapingus County Welcomes You."