My wife was standing in the kitchen preparing our usual breakfast of soft boiled eggs and toast. She still had on the old, baggy T shirt of mine that she used now and then to sleep in.
As I padded in, still half-asleep, she turned to me and said sultrily,
"You've got to make love to me right now."
My eyes lit up as I thought "Either I am dreaming or this is my lucky day."
Not wanting to lose the moment I embraced her, pushing the T shirt up around her neck and lifting her up onto the kitchen table and gave it my all.
Afterwards, sweat dripping from my brow, she kissed me tenderly and said "Thanks" before returning to the task of preparing breakfast.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked,
"What was that all about?"
"The egg timer is broken." she replied
As I padded in, still half-asleep, she turned to me and said sultrily,
"You've got to make love to me right now."
My eyes lit up as I thought "Either I am dreaming or this is my lucky day."
Not wanting to lose the moment I embraced her, pushing the T shirt up around her neck and lifting her up onto the kitchen table and gave it my all.
Afterwards, sweat dripping from my brow, she kissed me tenderly and said "Thanks" before returning to the task of preparing breakfast.
Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked,
"What was that all about?"
"The egg timer is broken." she replied