Smooth Operator

I paused in the shower, certain I had heard knocking at the door. The hot water drummed a sweet tattoo on my smooth chest, as I stood blinking the dripping water out of my eyes. There! I heard it again! Who could it possibly be, at this late hour? I turned off the shower, grabbed the soft and fluffy terry towel, and wound it around my waist after a swift whisk over the rest of my body. I padded wetly to the door and peered thru the peephole. A bolt of lightning hit me – what the hell was she doing here, at this time?

I opened the door, and she bounced inside the room. Her plain face was radiant, and she looked ready to burst with happiness.

“I did it! I did it!” She clasped her hands around my neck, waltzing thru the room madly, dragging me along like a broken doll.

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