Lazy morning

It's a lazy slow-moving type of morning with nothing on the agenda.  You know those types of days.  

I enter the kitchen to get the coffee brewing, and notice the dirty dishes piled in the sink.  I have time before the coffee is ready, so I grab an apron and wrap it around my waist.

In a few minutes all of the clean dishes are resting in the drying rack.  I look over at the coffee as the machine pushes the last drips of water through the filter.  I take a moment to stretch my arms and back, working out the kinks from my slumber.

"Good morning, sissy."  I feel a delicate hand on my backside.   I turn my head and kiss my wife.  

I'm not sure exactly why, but there's something electric about this moment that I can't put my finger on.  But our greeting slowly morphs into something more.  

We continue kissing each other slowly.  Just like the morning, slow and unhurried.  Two people just enjoying the moment together.

She eventually stops and takes my hand in hers.  "Come on, let's go back to bed."

Halloween party

My wife walks into the bedroom behind me.  I'm still in shock at what she's laid out on the bed.

"Well, have you made your choice yet?" she asks with a grin.

"You're sure I have to wear one of these to the Halloween party?  All of our friends will be there."

"Honey, I told you.  I pick out the costumes, and you get first choice.  Remember, I'm being nice by letting you pick first.  Don't make me regret this, sissy."

"Of course," I reply quickly, realizing I'm now on borrowed time.  "I'll dress as the witch."

"Great!  I'll be the pirate.  Now run along and get changed, we don't want to keep our friends waiting."

Signature required

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Yes ma'am, I have a package here for John^* that requires a signature.  Is he home?"

"Oh...um...I usually sign for his packages without any incident.  Is that alright?"

"Well, ma'am, normally I wouldn't mind, but my manager has been coming down on us lately for packages that don't make it to their destination."

"Oh, of course, I see."  *Continues in a quieter voice*  "Well, hopefully you can be discreet...this is kind of embarrassing, but I am John."

"Um, no offense ma'am, but you don't look like a man to me.  Do you have proof, like a driver's license or similar?"

"Hmm...my license has my picture as a man.  Can you compare it to my face and then let me sign?"

"Again...I'm awfully sorry ma'am.  You could be a sister or a relative.  I really need to leave this with the intended recipient."

"Well, what if I show you my license, prove to you I'm a man, and my wife vouches for me?  Would you let me sign then?"

"I guess that would be using due diligence."

"Great.  Why don't you come inside and make yourself comfortable while I get my wife and license.  Then I'll be more than happy to let you check me out yourself."

^*John is not my real name.  Or is it?  :)