On Becoming a Domestic and Laboratory Goddess

Figure 1:  Dr. Isis wonders if she can get an off-the-shoulder labcoat like Kelly McGillis's off-the-shoulder jacket.  That would be amazingly hot.

While marital sex has never quite looked Top Gun-esque in Dr. Isis's house (although it has been quite good over the last 8 years), last night Dr. Isis did quite literally take Mr. Isis's breath away.  Allow me to explain:

After Mr. Isis pouted and Dr. Isis acquiesced, we scampered up to the bedroom.  For some reason our bedroom is constantly 10-15 degrees colder than the rest of the house.  I got to the bedroom but soon found that it was far too cold to get naked.  I told Mr. Isis that I would be willing to begin our seven days of sex early, but he had to agree to do it under our electric blanket so that my orgasmic shuddering was not confounded by shivering.  He agreed and I climbed under the blanket. 

Mr. and Dr. Isis got to doing as we intended when I felt something furry scurry aross my right calf.  I quickly took inventory and realized that no furry part of Mr. Isis was in proximity to my right calf to account for the scurrying.  Like the total wuss I am, I quickly collapsed into the fetal position and screamed like a little girl.  Mr. Isis also screamed like a little girl and assumed the fetal position because, in the process of fleeing from whatever else was in our bed, I kneed him right in the junk.  As tears formed in both our eyes, I looked to the right to see our cat fly out from under the covers.

Still, eight years of togetherness and familiarity allows two people to laugh at a situation, even when one of them is laughing while holding a bag of frozen peas on his genitals in order to keep the swelling down.  But, Mr. Isis is a champ.  After a few minutes to recover, he hopped right back on the horse.  In fact, he hopped on it a few times.

I may not be Kelly McGillis, but I have it pretty good and I don't think I would trade eight years of Mr. Isis for any Maverick.   I think a night of laughing and, um, "other stuff" was good for the Isises.  We've yet to snipe at each other and even the Isis children seem better behaved. 

Now, I'm off to find a sexy little something for Day Two.