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A Long Shot
by Pirate Turner
He leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed before his chest and a smirk upon his handsome face. "That was quite a light show, babe."
Allison glared at her husband but continued to shiver even as she threw a towel at him. He caught it and whipped it teasingly through the air, just missing her. She rose an eyebrow and continued to glare at him. "Just wait, blondie. Your time will come, and then you won't be quite as long."
Longshot grinned triumphantly as he shook his head. "That's why men piss standing up."
"You may piss standing up," she returned, "but eventually the porcelain will get you too. Even you have to sit on it for some things, and when you do, I'll be waiting." It was her turn to smile triumphantly as she slipped out of the bedroom.
"Oh, really?"
"You betcha," she replied with a wink. He tackled her, bringing her to a playful end on their bed.
The End