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.'
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