Basic Training"Up and at 'em, lazybones," I heard through the mist of my morning daze.I stretched languidly, then opened my eyes. My lovely bride of 12 years was tugging on the covers, "C'mon, I want to make the bed."I reached for her wrist, and tried to tug her into the bed."Oh no you don't! If I get in there, we'll waste half the morning, and we've both got things that have to get done." She laughed, pounding me with one of the throw pillows, "Your shower is running; now get out of there."I stumbled to the bathroom, my half-grown morning wood in hand, looking to empty an overfilled bladder. "God, I'm sore," I moaned, the meat in my hand feeling like it had been through the wringer."Serves you right, screwing those nasty little sluts, and leaving your poor wife to fend for herself," she called back from the bedroom.I wasn't going to say a word. Any response would only get me in hot water. And the only hot water I wanted was coming out of the shower-head.I cleaned up, and look
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