As I stepped into the shower, my wife asked, “Why don’t you write many micro-stories?”
“It is not my thing,” I truthfully replied.
She wickedly grinned, “If you write one for me, I give you a blow job.”
I was taken aback. She never offered me something like this before.
As the water cascaded over me, I started scribbling in my head.
While still dripping, I handed her a sheet of paper.
Her eyes widened, surprised as she read these very words.
She looked up at the naked me.
I grinned back, and said, “Get gobbling…”
