We were lying down on the carpet after clearing up the condo. So much rubbish after last night’s party. The air-conditioner was blowing strong, and the fan was spinning at number 3.
“We have to be at the church before 6,” she said suddenly.
“That’s okay. We can leave in half an hour’s time,” I replied. “Can I get in between your legs?”
“Whatever for?” she asked.
“I just want to feel comfortable and nice,” I replied, taking my position on top of her and my legs in between hers.
Suddenly she lurched upwards, “Ouch! What’s that hard thing poking in between my thighs?”
I looked down and put my hand down there.
“Oh, it’s that damned wallet again, Honey.”
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