Chapter 31

It was Saturday morning at 5:30 am and Harold awoke in his usual good humor. Emily had long ago gotten used to him waking before the sun. He walked into the john, urinated, and then brushed his teeth. Harold was into personal hygiene. He then walked into the kitchen, made some orange juice, poured two glasses and then walked back into the bedroom. Emily heard the blender and knew he was up. She feigned sleep. Harold returned to bed and began kissing her inner thigh and running his tongue up to her labia. She never had a chance of remaining asleep. Harold may have been the kind of man who thought a weed whacker was a sexual toy, but he did understand a woman's sensory neuroanatomy. He was also a creative rascal. The orange juice in the navel was a bit sticky but certainly was better than a day without sunshine. By the time they had fallen asleep again they had both reached the pinnacle of autonomic responsiveness. He awoke an hour later and rolled from the spoon to a face front position.

"Emmy" Harold was a bit tentative.

"Yeah, sweetie, what can I do for you?" She turned and looked right into his eyes. His fear was palpable.

"I, well, this morning, as I was making the juice, I realized something. I was watching all of that frozen pulp get ground up. Spinning, uncontrollable, round and round. I realized that, that Grange woman really had it in for me. She could have done just about anything to me if they had kidnapped me." Harold was staring right at Emily.

"Well, the police stopped her and I think she will leave us alone." Emily kissed him.

"There will be others. Look what happened to John Lennon." Harold looked concerned.

"Harold, you are not some rock star. You are a scientist." Emily smiled when she said it.

"I am not worried about me. I am worried about protecting you and the children." Harold sat up.

"What children? Harold we don't have any children. We aren't even married." Her face screwed up in confusion then surprise. Where did this man lose his common sense.

"Well, I have been meaning to remedy that. I think we should get married. I have loved you from our first date. You are the most wonderful woman I have ever met."

"Harold. Don't you think you should ask me to marry you?" Emily said sarcastically.

Harold jumped out of bed and got down on one knee. "Emily, will you marry me?" He then hopped back into bed.

"Sure." Emily rolled over on top of him. He usually was only good for one ride every few hours but somehow he was inspired.

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