Bette put the packing material of the cushions away, stood up, and studied the bigger cushion, which was an individualized, and sculpted piece that could be laid vertically, to cushion the whole body for one person, or horizontally, to be laid across the sofa.  She laid it down vertically, took a step back and eyed the visual result.  Whew, it was a good thing that the integrity of the unusual sofa design was intact, enhanced even by the cushion.

Satisfied with the look, she sat on the sofa with the cushion this time, easing back the way Logan was, and similarly shut her eyes, then almost moaned, “Ohhhh….Logan… you have got to try sitting on it with the cushion.”

Logan opened one eye to look at Bette, upon hearing her moan.  He shook his head with a smile.  “Moan-inducing, huh?”

She opened her eyes to return his smile. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” she murmured as she shut her eyes again.

He chuckled, stood up, walked over to Bette’s side, and tapped her knee, “Okay, okay, sis-in-law… let me try.”

She looked up at him, head-shaking, “In-law, huh?”

He offered a hand to help her up, which she took.  He kissed her fingers affectionately, “Uh, huh.  Just wanted to nudge you a bit, there.  Time you made an honest woman of my sister, you know.”  He winked at her as she stepped aside.

He sat down, leaned back, and stretched out just as Bette had done, and shut his eyes.

“Ohhh….,” he moaned as well, “You are right sis…” he smiled when he felt Bette playfully spank his knee, “in law," chortling as he continued his tease.

After a few minutes of companionable silence, he could feel Bette staring down, while standing to one side of him.  “Sorry, Bette,” he said, eyes still shut, “but I am not leaving until you agree to sell this thing to me.”

He opened one eye, to find Bette, feigning sterness as she looked down at him, arms crossed against her chest, head cocked to one side.

He smiled up at her, “I’m serious.  Am. Not. Leaving.” He shut his eyes again, and wiggled further in, to emphasize his point.

“Not. For. Sale,” she responded.

He smiled at Bette, sat up partially, reluctant to leave.  He slapped his knee.  “Here’s an idea.  Let me ask Tina, and see what she says.  I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to say no to her if she’s the one who asks, right?”  His eyes took on a naughty glimmer.