Yawning, Sean ambled into the kitchen. Then, his eyes shot up. His wife, Mary, was in front of the stove, wearing absolutely nothing.
“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.
“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.
