wearing only the 'T' shirt that she normally slept in. As I walked in almost
awake, she turned 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. A little puzzled, I asked, 'What was that all about?' She explained,
'The egg timer's broken.
