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The Headache

It was 7:45 when she came through the door. I could tell by the look on her face , it had been a hard one. I figured I would ask anyway. Sort of get the conversation going. " So Baby, how was your day?" Trying not to make it sound the same as the times before. I do have over 300 ways of saying. "Baby, how was your day? . Yeah, it has to do with pitches and tones and volume. It is complicated to explain and I am sure you have your own system. OK Anyway:
She did manage a smile for me. She always manages a smile. By the way. She has over 400 smiles. I counted them.
As she sat her pack on the floor by the door, she said. "Well, Lets just say the day ended with the Damn bus getting a flat tire." I held back my smile. I am not sure I have a smile for a day like today. It would have been laughter and laughter can get you hurt. Go figure.
Instead I said. " Well say no more Baby, The sooner you let it go, the better." I walked to the door and stood next to her. I leaned in and kissed her as I shut the door. She kissed me back. We were beyond smiles in a flash. I pulled her to me, and as I did, I ran my hands down her back and firmly locked them on her apple shaped bottom. I pulled her closer and she came willingly
I pulled her face to mine and looked her in the eyes as I said. " I have soup in the kitchen and I have crackers. You fell in love with one hell of a cook" I looked into her eyes and I saw all the days Frustration slowly melt. " OR, we could just have ice cream and go to bed." I said.
She looked at me and replied." Honey, ya know I love you right? But, I think I am going with the soup tonight."
I kissed her forehead and started to the kitchen. As I did, I turned and said. " Good choice Dear, We can have ice cream afterwards." I was not going to let soup get in the way. But I knew she was going to need her strength.
She walked over to the couch and like a rag doll, she folded herself as she sat. Then her legs flew up and onto the coffee table. OH YEAH this is my kinda woman I thought to myself. I could not resist, I said. " I suppose you want me to bring you the remote too?" She smiled and I recognized that one. I like that one. I got the remote and took it to her. As she took it , she pulled me down with it and kissed me, smiled and said. " Thanks Dear, Now get me that soup would ya?" As I walked away, I was trying to remember how I got myself into this.
Anyway, I think it goes something like this. It all started when Carla came home one day looking kind of like the way she was looking tonight. And me, having gotten home early had plenty of time to do some guy surfing. I was going to Cosmo. So I found it and right on the first page was were the words HEADACHES and SEX The Cure All Pill. Trust me, it had my attention. I clicked, the page opened.
Reading past all the gibberish I saw What I wanted. Orgasmic sex might help with a headache. I hit the print button. I had done my home work. Excuse me while I get a Pepsi. My throat is dry, You see. I talk while I write...