She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and
toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt she normally slept in. As I
walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, 'You've got to
make love to me this very moment!' My eyes lit up and I thought, 'I am
either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!' Not wanting to
lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all right there on the
kitchen table. Afterwards she said, 'Thanks,' and returned to the stove,
her T-shirt still around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, 'What was that all about?'
She explained, 'The egg timer's broken.'
toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt she normally slept in. As I
walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, 'You've got to
make love to me this very moment!' My eyes lit up and I thought, 'I am
either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!' Not wanting to
lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all right there on the
kitchen table. Afterwards she said, 'Thanks,' and returned to the stove,
her T-shirt still around her neck.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, 'What was that all about?'
She explained, 'The egg timer's broken.'
