“Hey, big boy,” she drawled. “I’m so ready for you to scramble my eggs, if you know what I mean.”
Eagerly, Sean started lifting his shirt over his head. However, Mary looked puzzled, even alarmed. “What are you doing?”
“But, you said ... and I thought ... ” Sean stuttered.
Mary handed him a frying pan. “Just helping you wake up,” she said firmly. “Now, about those eggs?”
Sean sighed. “I’ll never understand women,” he thought, turning on the stove.