*Pant - Pant - Sigh*
Husband: Sheeew, that was good.
Me: Mmmmm, Yeah.
Husband: *Exaggerated sigh*
Me: So, are you okay with all the noises? (fine time for me to ask, after 25 years - tee hee).
Husband: Oh yeah, baby, I love the noises (he didn't actually call me baby. I'm not a baby. I wish I was a baby. I'm more like a bi*ch).
Me: I could tone it down, you know, if they bother you.
Husband: Oh no, I like the noises - they're cute, sexy. I like 'em.
Me: Is there anything you don't like?
*crickets chirping*
Husband: Okay - the questions. I could do without the questions, you know ... when I'm otherwise preoccupied. *Big smile*
*more crickets, only a lot closer and way louder*
Me: Uh ... Okay.
How was I to know, all this time, I'd been wrecking the man's con-cen-tration?
FINE - no more questions.
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