Breakfast was toast, Marmite and the amount of coffee you need after someone else spent the night having sex.
Katie, with whose impressive octave range I was now familiar, came blearily in.
“Rough night?”
She looked shell-shocked. “We hit the 3rd Parsons Level.”
“What?”
“Y’know, the sex cycle. First level: hesitation. New partner, you’re both a bit nervous. Second level: repetition. Once you’ve started, you do it all the time. Third level: need more interest, so… deviation.”
“Oh. Oh. You… worried?”
“No, it’s natural. It’s just… different. That said, you might not want to eat any more of that Marmite.”
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Ok, this one made me laugh. Your warped mind again!
Warped? Yes.
Marmite for breakfast?
That’s just plain perverted.