An insight into our life together

An exchange took place in our kitchen this evening that I feel I’d like to share with you: Philippa now has a key to our house, and I came home to find she had let herself in after work, and was drinking a glass of wine in the kitchen. I walked in wearing a tight rugby shirt and my cycling shorts.
She said: “Mmm-mmm. That looks like a body I could lick all over.”
I said: “I doubt it. I’ve been cycling for three hours and I’m hot and soaked. My nutsack is sweatier than a bull in a cow field.”
She said: “Right. Now you’ve really killed the mood.”

RC 27-5-11