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phrasing when describing the reproductive process. She met Mr. Owens a few times, but never experienced his expertise. Since Mr. Owens considered himself a gentleman, he never displayed his verbal capabilities to her. Even the team wouldn’t talk to her about Mr. Owens’ extensive vocabulary, except in terms that did not adequately demonstrate his abilities. Some of the other wives in the unit heard a few things, and relayed them to her. What little she heard raised her eyebrows, and made her blush.
“And,” she asked.
“Well, what Rob described would have to be anatomically impossible unless you’re contemplating shackles, a teeter-totter, and a mission impossible style cat suit. I don’t know how else you would be able to accomplish it.”
Jo looked at him in all seriousness, “You’re making that up, aren’t you?”
Mike shook his head, “Nope, I couldn’t even if I tried.
Jo took a few minutes to try and wrap her mind around the possibility. She just wasn’t able, and after a few minutes, shook her head as if she was coming out of a trance, “I can’t even visualize that, and if I did, I’m not sure I would want that particular image stuck in my head for the rest of my life.”
Mike agreed, “Yeah, better for you if you didn’t. I may have nightmares for the rest of my life.”
Jo got up and walked around the island to Mike. She still had a glass of wine in her hand. Mike was just finishing up at the sink. The dishwasher next to him was open, and stacked with dishes, plates, cutlery, and glasses.
She stood behind him and put her arm around his stomach as he scrubbed out the sink, and washed his hands. She laid her head against his back. She wanted him to know that she appreciated him making dinner for her, and that she knew it wasn’t his fault that he wouldn’t be there for the ultra sound. Mike continued with the dishes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her close to him. He loved her so much, and anything that hurt her, hurt him. He knew this was her way to apologize. This feeling was his life, what he kept with him, this closeness, deep inside his psyche when he was out on mission. It was this feeling that would ensure that he always came home to her, even if he had to walk through the gates of hell to do so.
Jo knew this. There was a stillness around Mike whenever she did this. She could feel the way his muscles moved across his back as his hands and arms moved to finish the task at hand. When he was done, he grabbed the towel and wiped his hands on it to get the moisture off. He turned and put his arms around Jo. She leaned into his chest, sat the glass of wine on the counter, and put her arm around him. She looked up into his eyes.
“You know, since I can’t visualize what Mr. Owens was talking about, maybe you could show me.”
Mike looked up in contemplation and thought for a few moments.
“Well, we may be able to use a sauce pan and the vacuum cleaner, but I don’t think we have a folding ruler.”
Jo asked, “Well, I have a duster in the hall closet, will that work?”
Mike replied, “That completely depends on whether or not we have a tennis ball handy.”
Jo looked at him, smiling, “You’re so full of shit.”
Mike leaned down to kiss her. “Yes I am.”
The tenseness from earlier was completely gone, and emotions had shifted into a completely different direction. Mike used his foot to slide the dish rack into the dishwasher. He used the same foot to kick the
“And,” she asked.
“Well, what Rob described would have to be anatomically impossible unless you’re contemplating shackles, a teeter-totter, and a mission impossible style cat suit. I don’t know how else you would be able to accomplish it.”
Jo looked at him in all seriousness, “You’re making that up, aren’t you?”
Mike shook his head, “Nope, I couldn’t even if I tried.
Jo took a few minutes to try and wrap her mind around the possibility. She just wasn’t able, and after a few minutes, shook her head as if she was coming out of a trance, “I can’t even visualize that, and if I did, I’m not sure I would want that particular image stuck in my head for the rest of my life.”
Mike agreed, “Yeah, better for you if you didn’t. I may have nightmares for the rest of my life.”
Jo got up and walked around the island to Mike. She still had a glass of wine in her hand. Mike was just finishing up at the sink. The dishwasher next to him was open, and stacked with dishes, plates, cutlery, and glasses.
She stood behind him and put her arm around his stomach as he scrubbed out the sink, and washed his hands. She laid her head against his back. She wanted him to know that she appreciated him making dinner for her, and that she knew it wasn’t his fault that he wouldn’t be there for the ultra sound. Mike continued with the dishes and just enjoyed the feeling of having her close to him. He loved her so much, and anything that hurt her, hurt him. He knew this was her way to apologize. This feeling was his life, what he kept with him, this closeness, deep inside his psyche when he was out on mission. It was this feeling that would ensure that he always came home to her, even if he had to walk through the gates of hell to do so.
Jo knew this. There was a stillness around Mike whenever she did this. She could feel the way his muscles moved across his back as his hands and arms moved to finish the task at hand. When he was done, he grabbed the towel and wiped his hands on it to get the moisture off. He turned and put his arms around Jo. She leaned into his chest, sat the glass of wine on the counter, and put her arm around him. She looked up into his eyes.
“You know, since I can’t visualize what Mr. Owens was talking about, maybe you could show me.”
Mike looked up in contemplation and thought for a few moments.
“Well, we may be able to use a sauce pan and the vacuum cleaner, but I don’t think we have a folding ruler.”
Jo asked, “Well, I have a duster in the hall closet, will that work?”
Mike replied, “That completely depends on whether or not we have a tennis ball handy.”
Jo looked at him, smiling, “You’re so full of shit.”
Mike leaned down to kiss her. “Yes I am.”
The tenseness from earlier was completely gone, and emotions had shifted into a completely different direction. Mike used his foot to slide the dish rack into the dishwasher. He used the same foot to kick the
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