6:45 am,
Monday morning:
Reprising
his role as doctor-husband, and in most un-sexy fashion, C grabs hold of
Sarah's belly fat[1]. (There is
really no delicate way to say that.)
6:46 am,
Monday morning:
Without even
so much as a warning, C jams a giant syringe full of Chinese hamster ovary right into it[2].
Sarah, determined to cry dramatically and on cue (so that C will walk the
dog take pity on her), realizes it doesn't actually hurt that much and
can't quite muster the focus necessary for such theatrics.
6:47 am,
Monday morning:
Wait, we're
supposed to have sex now?
[1] Third person
is kind of weird fun, no?
[2]
I swear I tried to learn how to do it myself, but this French manicure was
just too hideously distracting.
