She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs
and toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt 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.'

Replies to this message:

• Re: Soft-boiled eggs by MG