at 3 AM, but not get beaten…
But now I’m wide awake. And um… in need. Now, of course I’m going to wake up Kate, in the best way I can think of. My patented technique involves my lips, my tongue, a feather, two C batteries, a photo of blipey, a can of whipped cream, a cherry, a riding crop, and six acrobats from the circus.
Crap, I’ll have to make do, I’m out of cherries.
But for next time, I could use a few new ideas, just to keep things mixed up a bit.
How do you wake your lover at 3 AM when you need a little special attention? (Without getting a black eye, of course.)