Tuesday Tale: In Which... Kate Toots!

Kate and Karl were at it again. Those two seemed to spend more time in bed than anywhere else in the house. It surprised them both. Karl just couldn't seem to keep his hands away from Kate. She melted at his touch. It always ended in passionate love making that made them both smile in contentment and delight.

Kate couldn't believe her luck. A man who would dive deep south and use his mouth in ways that would send her into spasms of intense orgasms the likes of which she had never experienced. Or if she had, she couldn't remember it being ever so good.

Last night, just as Karl was down mouth at the ready, Kate coughed. She had had a cold and the coughing had been unbearable. She was feeling a whole lot better but once in awhile, and usually when she was lying down, a cough escaped her. And this time, as the cough escaped .... Kate tooted. yes... she did. Mortified to say the least. She started to giggle. What was funnier was seeing Karl leap to his feet and clear the bed. She should have been offended but the thought of a toot going down his throat was enough to send her off into extreme laughter. At this point, Karl was at the other end of the bed howling as hard as she was.

To say that Kate and Karl haven't made love since, would not be a lie. Kate is still coughing. Karl has spent a fortune at the drug store coming home with every known cough remedy known in the western hemisphere doing his best to nurse Kate back to health.