Exhausted after a hard day’s work, I crash on the couch, hoping to take a well-deserved nap. As I start to doze off, my slumber is interrupted by voices – giggles actually –
emanating from the kitchen. I recognize my live-in girlfriend Teri’s voice, but I can’t seem to place the others.
Curious, I decide to see what they are up to. Trying not to interrupt what they are doing, I stealthily rise from the couch and furtively inch toward the kitchen doorway.
I haven’t taken three steps when I hear someone gagging, accompanied by uproarious laughter. Then, the sensuous voice of my Teri says, ‘Shelly, you need to open wide and relax. Do it slower. Don’t be in such a hurry, watch me.’
Now, my curiosity is piqued. What could she be talking about? Arriving at the kitchen portal, I surreptitious
