The next day, he broke up with her.

[frosty_gurl02]

“Benny?” propping herself up on one elbow, Ribbon gently leaned over and stared at his shut eyelids. They fluttered once, so she repeated, “Benny, could you do me a favor?”

He slept flat on his back, his chest rising and falling, the thin white sheet following the slow, deep rhythm.

Even in his sleep, Benny looked so serious.
Tight thin lips, scowl like expression.

She sat up and firmly pinched his nostrils together with her thumb and forefinger. For a moment he didn’t move, then his head suddenly jerked to the left, she lost grip and jumped back a little as his lips sputtered and a large. “WHAT THE ****?” escaped along with the air.

“What the **** are you doing?” he stammered, sitting up, staring at her.

She flopped back down on to the pillow. Her hair fanning out around her.

“Ok, your turn.” She said, eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“My turn for WHAT?” he spat.

“You do me, with the pinching of the nose, but make sure you cover my mouth and once I start squirming, don’t let go.”

[the_grey_girl]

You know, I have read this a few times now, and I know where you're coming from on this. I use to think alot about trust and dying back when I thought alot (which I try not to do anymore when I can help it), but I always came to the conclusion that dying would be alot better if it was by the hands of somebody I loved, much like this.

[tony schofield]

Now this is why my womenfolk don't seem to like letting me sleep! There's something about a sleeping man that seems to be a challenge to a woman. Or is it just when he goes to sleep within moments of appearing passionately awake?

I'll see what I can get away with after Christmas dinner! ;)

And perhaps I'm joking to cover the disturbed feelings that this little piece arouses

tony