He came home and took off his clothes and pressed against me.
I said, “What’s that?”, and he said,
“I’m reaching out to you.”
I said, “We can have sex if you wash the dishes after, while I wash my hair.” but he just kept searching my face with his lips.
And I dodged those lips and asked if he promised until he promised.
I came out the winner all-around.
We found a new apartment, ready in a few months around the same time we are. We’ve been faxing a lot of things, but cross your fingers that the prize for all the paperwork is a washer and dryer and some walls.