I bought a book today

I bought a book today.  And I read a chapter to my husband tonight.  We were sitting in the car, in the garage.  Just sitting after coming home from listening to Chez Roue, an incredibly cool New Orleans style jazz band.  The kind with brass instruments, a bass, drums, and too cool keyboardists.  Add a hefty helping of a Sachmo voice, and you’ve got the recipe for a groovin’ band. … So, the book, right!  I opened the book to find the chapter I had thumbed through to today, but another, more interesting chapter came up.  It was Chapter …. And it read:







Then I leaned over and whispered in my love’s ears as I caressed his left cheek with my encircling right arm and hand, “I don’t think I have ever not enjoyed sex with you.  You’re SO lucky that I enjoy sex with you as much as I do, otherwise I’d have wandered long ago.”  “I hope that’s not all you’re sticking around for.”   “No ... it’s a really important part, but that’s not the only reason that keeps me here.”  “Put down that bottle of massage oil and let’s snuggle up and go to sleep.”  So I put down the bottle and maneuvered myself as close to him as I could and snuggled close and we went to sleep.  Well, almost.  Then I got this bright idea that I had to write about it.  So now, if you don’t mind my leaving, I think I’m going to go back to that snuggly place and rest up for the next tasty feast of sex with my man.

I said to him, "It must have broken her heart when you married me."  We had been listening to a tape she had made for him of a Chesapeake Bay-based band, "Hard Traveler."