Take It OFF!A Story by Here's What I SayA little spat between the husband and wife.
“Laura, honey…” Brad begged.
“No, Brad.”
“Laura, c’mon…”
“No, Bradford,” Laura said, glaring at him. He growled.
“Laura, you promised me…take it off, please?” Brad begged, his puppy face kicking in. She glared even harder at him.
“Yeah, I promised. But darling, I’ve had a long hard day’s work, I just want to relax and…”
“But Laura! You said tonight was my night! You said it was my lucky night tonight!” She stared at him as if he were…well…crazy.
“Just when did I say that?!”
“Yesterday! When you told me I couldn’t have what I want last night!”
“Well, honey, I’m tired, sleepy and I have a big meeting tomorrow. You can wait until I’m NOT home tomorrow!” Brad sat down with her.
“But baby, I have to leave for Montreal tomorrow. BEFORE you get home. Can’t I have it tonight…?”
“No!”
“Take it off, Laura! It’s driving me up a wall!”
“No, Brad, I don’t want to take it off. It helps me relax…which is the opposite of what you’re making me do!”
“But sweetie…it’s hurting me…” She gave him that…well, the look only a wife could give her husband.
“Oh stop being a baby and grow up. It won’t kill you.”
“It will if you leave it on any longer! Take it off!” He reached over to do so when she slapped his hand.
“Brad! No! Be a good boy before I punish you-”
“Yes!” She growled. Of course only a MAN would take it that way…
“Fine! Then you’re not getting dinner tomorrow night!” He leaned back and lifted an eyebrow.
“I won’t be home tomorrow night.”
“…Oh. Right. Then no breakfast tomorrow!”
“Not a problem, it’s called Mc Donald’s.”
“It’s a waste of your money, Brad.” He groaned. He was always hit where it hurt the most…his wallet.
“Honey, please, just take it off! For ten minutes! Five minutes! Will a minute really tighten you back up?” She glared.
“Yes!” He growled.
“Laura, please? I’ll do something nice for you when I get home…like uh…I’ll do the dishes!” She lifted an eyebrow.
“Keep talking…”
“I’ll vacuum, dust, I’ll even do laundry! Please sweetie? Just take it off for me…?” He showered down his puppy face before standing up to rub her shoulders.
“Besides, aren’t I relieving you of some stress right now? I know your job’s a pain and you need to rest, but I need to have fun too. So please? Take it off?” She let her head rest on his right hand.
“Oh Brad…ok, if it’ll make you happy. Hold on.” She got up and stretched.
“But you’re keeping your promises about the chores when you get home! And! You’re taking me out to a movie when you’re done with all that. And I get to pick. Deal?” He smiled softly at her.
“Deal. Now go take it off!” She left the couch and he plopped down where she was.
“Lord…what a man has to do to listen to some Metallica instead of Mozart!” he mumbled to himself as the sound of rock rattled the windows and walls.
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9 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 6, 2008 AuthorHere's What I SayTorrance, CAAboutI was born on July 3rd 1986 in Torrance, California, and grew up there all my life. I had a hankering to start writing when I was eight, but didn't start actively pursuing it until I was thirteen and .. more..Writing
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