Fiction (…or is it?)
Carl was walking into the kitchen after taking the kids to school when Emma called him into the living room. "Get naked," she said. He quickly complied, neatly folding his.
She walked in the door from the garage and hung her keys on the hook. The kitchen looked immaculate - even the floor looked like it had been mopped. Hearing.
Jodi closed the kitchen door and clapped her hands twice. "Yes," came the reply. She could hear him coming her way through the living room. "One thing I love about a.
"naked. shaved. smooth. on the bed. curtains. lights out." "Now what does this mean?" he thought as he laid the phone down. Halley had been gone for hours. It.
"Come on." It was so sweet, hearing her so clearly in his sleep. He barely budged, a light smile drawing up on his face (as she told him later). "Get up!" she said, louder, and with an edge that he knew and recognized. This wasn't...