I was walking from the door finishing off a cherry pastry when Lisa comes out of the bedroom, says "Oooh, cherry lips!" and comes over to get a taste.
We embrace, look deeply into each others' eyes and kiss again. In a moment of uncharacteristic tenderness, I held up my sugar coated fingers for her to lick.
"Uh-uh" she said as she wiggled out of my arms and went past "I don't know where else them motherfuckers been!"
She's even more like me than I am sometimes. Scary, I know.