Membership Has It's Privileges

I just went to the (finger quote) "mailbox" (end finger quote) with my betta half. I played along with the fantasy that the last pinup picture planted in his one-tracked brain. This is what happens when your husband works full-time from home. He thinks he has twenty-four hours access to his marital privileges. P'sha! So I played along. I wore a short skirt in what looked like a sunny, breezy day in the Seattle area. We got out there and I squealed. Shite! Breezy my ass. Frigid was more like it. I refused to bend over at the mailbox 'lest neighbors see and my assets got frostbite. I'm sure my husband was thinking frigid as well.

Disappointment-it's good for the old bloke. Membership has it's privileges, but it's not a buffet. Yet, as is my nature, it never hurts to throw him another bone:

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 6:10 PM