One for the ladies . . .
She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our
usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast,
wearing only the 'T' shirt that 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'