Debi's mouth went dry at some of the photos, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than for Zach to come home RIGHT NOW so she could drag him straight into bed (or onto the sofa, or the floor, or over to the shower, or - )
"Wow," she murmured as she turned the pages. Even if lots and lots and lots of sex didn't do the trick, she'd be a lot happier and less frustrated. "Padma, the drinks are on me."