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. Afterwards she said, Thanks, and returned to the stove, her T-shirt still around her neck. Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, What was that all about? She explained, The egg timer's broken.
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