A long weekend with my lover...
...involved several (ultimately mostly futile) quests that found our champions repeatedly stranded on the Plane of Ikea, battling the homicidal psychosis that comes of such but intrepidly trekking onward and mostly keeping our senses of humor intact. The highlight of the trips came when Schuyler stepped into a large wardrobe on the showroom floor and waved goodbye to me.
"Hey," I said, "don't go off to Narnia without me!"
He held out his hand and pulled me in with him before shutting the door with us both inside. Of course, there was only one thing to do in that situation--to make out furiously. Which we did, with much gusto, until the door suddenly opened a crack and the woman on the other side of it let out a surprised "Oh!"
Out we staggered, giggling and blushing. The fellow shopper who had inadvertently discovered us was laughing nearly as hard as we were when she poked her male partner in the ribs, pointed at the wardrobe, and announced, "I want one of those."
"Hey," I said, "don't go off to Narnia without me!"
He held out his hand and pulled me in with him before shutting the door with us both inside. Of course, there was only one thing to do in that situation--to make out furiously. Which we did, with much gusto, until the door suddenly opened a crack and the woman on the other side of it let out a surprised "Oh!"
Out we staggered, giggling and blushing. The fellow shopper who had inadvertently discovered us was laughing nearly as hard as we were when she poked her male partner in the ribs, pointed at the wardrobe, and announced, "I want one of those."