This, That, and the Other

“Look, I know it’s April Fool’s Day, but if you ever pull an antic like that again, you’ll be in deep doo-doo,” Rachel said.

“You gotta loosen up a bit, Rachel,” Craig said. “I thought I was being romantic.”

“Romantic?” Rachel said. “Do you really think entering the room with all of our friends and you’re wearing nothing but a jester’s cap and sporting a gigantic hard-on was romattic. What did you think when everyone in the room frantically got up and ran out of the room?”

“Gigantic? Really? You think my, you know, is gigantic?” Craig said, a wicked grin on his face.

“Oh my God, Craig, you’re incorrigible,” Rachel said. “You cleared the room. That’s not romantic at all.”

“But Rachel,” Craig said, “that’s just semantics. By me getting everyone else to leave, that means you and I are alone. Well, you, me, and my gigantic….”

Rachel interrupted Craig, but had a smile on her face. “Okay, maybe I was being a bit pedantic,” she said. “And you’re right, we are alone now.” Rachel reached down and grabbed Craig’s swollen member. “But with all of this buildup, I hope your antics in bed won’t be anticlimactic.”

Oh, ouch, Rachel,” Craig said, “that stung.” He reached out, grabbed Rachel’s other hand and led her to their bedroom.

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Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where Linda has given us the word “antic” and instructed us to use it or a word (or more) that contains it.