“Is this the end of us?”
“You’re joking? Now? I don’t fucking believe—.”
“Hey. Hey. Okay, baby. It was a bad joke. One in poor taste. Oops. Sorry.”
He can get on a roll, a tasteless roll, sometimes. Pun somewhat intended. I turned around in the hot bath we were sharing to glare at him.
“Stop glaring at me, baby. You really shouldn’t give your honey bunny husband the stink eye.”
He smiled, innocently. Yes. There was a pun joke in there, intentionally. Argh!
“Don’t make a big stink about this. Come clean. You’re curious and the fact you don’t know why I’m so pervertedly interested is a steaming hot pile of—.”
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