April and I sat at the kitchen table discussing our weekends.

I looked at her, and in a deadpan, monotone voice said, "Yeah...we had wild sex in your bed...".

Her jaw went slack, and her eyes widened. She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

"I'm KIDDING!"

April relaxed, and sat back in her chair. //Oh...//

I had to hold back a snigger, because my story was only partly true. While we didn't have wild sex on her bed, we did make out. Saturday night, after I made stirfry and we had a nap, LibraryBoy wickedly smiled at me and cajoled me. Afterwards we laughed fiendishly in the kitchen as I walked him to the door.

We're horrible people, really. Good thing we found each other, so we don't have to contaminate others.