The coffee was brewing in the kitchen and he could hear it all the way across the apartment. He needed the coffee. His mind didn't seem to engage until well caffeinated and his body only followed his mind. No cold shower could set him straight or wake him up to any kind of functional level like coffee would. He turned on the water and was about to get in the shower when Monica walked in. Naked and with the allure of a goddess, her body looked like she was the 'right stuff' for him. 'This is why life is worth living,' he said to himself as he saw her. "You don't mind us showering together, baby, do you?" she asked with a big smile on her face. "Oh. Not at all. Not so long as you don't...' "Don't what, darling?' she asked looking at him innocently as he decided to brush his teeth first. Handicapped by the brush, he just winked at her and she understood. She walked behind him like a cat and they both looked at each other in the mirror. He didn't have to wait too long to get the answer to his question.
