Another email from Emily. As usual, short and sweet. "I need you. Bring your toothbrush this Tuesday and plan to stay for dinner. Em"
Like most times with Emily, I had no clue what was on her mind. But, I had never been disappointed.
When I arrived on Tuesday the front door was, once again, slightly ajar so I just pushed it open and went on in. Em was in the kitchen, topless, working on something that I guessed was to be our dinner.
Em opened the conversation, "Figured I would work on dinner early. That way we can spend the whole day just relaxing, you know, kicked back and loving life."
With a chuckle, I added, "And loving each other I hope."
"Yep, my thoughts exactly. I really need you. I have this itch only you can scratch, and it might take a lot of scratching," was her reply. I liked where this conversation was going. "Give me another 10 minutes and then I'll join you in the bedroom and we can start scratching my itch." With that, she held up two cucumbers, one slender and long and one short and fat. "Should I slice these now or bring them up to the bedroom when I come up?" she asked with a mischievous grin on her face. Em never ceased to amaze me.
"Bring 'em on up," was my enthusiastic reply.
I wandered up to her bedroom and slipped off my clothes. I knew what she meant. She was ready to roll and I was going to be ready too. I had no idea where this day would take us but she had not disappointed me yet.