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. When it was all over, she said, 'Thanks,' and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still around her neck. Happy,but a little puzzled, I asked: 'Why are you thanking me?' She answered, 'Because the egg timer's broken.'
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