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dishwasher door up to close it.  He felt around on the dishwasher until he found the button to turn it on.  Feelings became intense.  Hands were roaming under shirts, and buttons were being unbuttoned.  Newly bared skin was covered in kisses.
                  Jo yelped in a quiet, but not unpleased voice.
                  “Your hands are cold.”
                  “Hellooo, just did the dishes and washed my hands,” Mike replied.
                  “Let me help you warm those up.”
                  The intensity increased.  Clothes were coming off.  Mike picked up Jo and started to put her up on the counter of the island.
                  “No, that’s wet and cold.”
                  “Couch?” he asked.
              “Lazyboy?” she countered.
                  Admiration entered his voice, “very daring, young lady.”
                  She giggled.  Mike picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him.  He carried her into the living room, maneuvering to keep from tripping over furniture.  Jo continued pulling off clothes, hers and his.  The clothes landed on the floor, marking the trail to the Lazyboy.  Soon there were no more clothes, and there was no more talking.
     
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                  They lay on the couch, under a blanket, enjoying the aftermath, a trail of destruction marking the path they left across the kitchen and living room.  The sound of light rain on the roof added to the comfort of the moment.  They lay there, Mike on the bottom, Jo laying on top of him.  One of his arms was behind his head, the other around her.  Jo had both arms under her, one hand on his stomach, the other tracing a design around his nipple.  She lay with her head on his chest so that she could listen to his heartbeat.
                  “I don’t think I put any soap in the dishwasher.”
                  Jo smiled, “I think you were a little busy at the moment.”
                  “True.”
                  There was a pause.
                  “Oh crap,” Mike said.
                  Jo’s face went from content to curious.
                  “What is it?” she asked.
                  “I just thought about the table scraps for Moira and Fiona.”
                  Jo thought for a moment, “Oh crap.”
                  Mike nodded, “Yep.”
                  Jo asked, though she already knew the answer, “They’re still outside, aren’t they?
                  Mike answered, “Yep.”
                  Jo sighed.  She listened to the rain, “Wet puppies.”
                  Mike answered again, “Yep.”
                  Jo sat up, glorious in her nudity.  Mike drank in the sight of her beauty like a thirsty man.  Mike was lying naked underneath her.  She ran one hand over his stomach, enjoying the reactions of his body.
                  “Do you want the dogs, or do you want the clothes?” she asked.
                  He thought about it, not wanting to let go of the moment.  He sighed, “I’ll take the dogs.  You get the clothes.”
                  Jo stood up and started grabbing clothes off of the floor.  Mike sat up and looked around for his boxer shorts.  If the clothes weren’t picked up, there was a very good chance that the dogs would be running around the house with Mike or Jo’s underwear in their mouths. 
                  Mike sat there watching her body.
                  “Hey, perv.”
                  Mike smiled, stood up and walked over to her.  He placed his hand on her ass and pinched her cheek.  He kissed her as he did so.  She squealed as he