For Patti the night was a relatively sleepless one.  Every so often she'd fall into a brief, non restful doze, but then she'd awaken again minutes later only to peer at the clock, scoff and roll back over.  Nestled again Geoff's warm form, she slumbered as best she could.  Then, at long last, her alarm went off.  She had work in a matter of two and a half hours, but that left plenty of time.  After a shower and a quick breakfast, she slipped into the very outfit she'd intended on.  Covering herself in a long silken bathrobe reserved for use in the warmer summer months, she'd creep 'round their back yards and quietly slip through the rear door in Terry's garage.  There she waited not more than five minutes.  When he closed the door leading into their home, she'd take a step forward, bare feet quietly smacking against the smooth concrete floor.  Her robe's neck already dipped, giving glimpse of those two healthy, milky swells without divulging just what held them - and the rest of her - at bay.<br/><br/><em>"Mornin', Terry,"</em>Patti said with a quiet, throaty and seductive tone.