You come home from a rock hard day’s work. The house is quiet and dark. There’s no supper simmering on the stove, the smutty washing isn’t in the laundry machine, the ashtrays are full, as is the sink. But contemplating for you in the bedroom is Kelly Kay in a little negligee, already succulent and lascivious and expecting to replace her fingers in her love tunnel with your 10-Pounder. What should you do? Bonk her and hire a maid, ’cause you’d have it made, pal!