“Doesn’t do it for you, huh?”
Mary shook her head. She sat amid the rumpled sheets, her eyes downcast. Mark sat on the edge of the bed, slumped and sweaty.
Mark stripped off the latex mask and bent down to remove the velcro from his feet. “I’ll put the iguanas back in their cage.”
Mark returned to the bedroom and slapped his hands. “Well, what should we play then? Bill and Monica?”
Mary shook her head.
“Yeah, I guess that’s been getting old. Thelma and Louise?”
“Bush and Cheney? Flying Monkey and Toto? Spock and Worf?”
Mary thought not.
“Well, we can get the darts out again, or paint each other yellow and hang from the ceiling. Or get the weed whacker out, with the paint thinner. No? What, then?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Mary. “It’s getting harder to be original, I guess. You’ve been getting bored with the same old scenarios too. I know.”
“Yeah. But there must be something. Shrek and Donkey?”
Mary looked at him. “Again?” She turned back to the window.
“Well, what then? Get out those sandpaper gloves? I know they’re around here somewhere. Or get the laminating machine going? Maybe the garden gnomes and the ball bearings?”
“Oh, Mark. It’s the same old thing, over and over. We need something new. Something weird, for a change.”
Mark nodded. “Yeah. We have got ourselves into a rut.”
They were silent for a while, each trying to come up with a proposal, a suggestion that would re-ignite their flagging sex life.
“Sometimes I wish I was just normal,” Mary said. She got up and went to the bedroom window. “Someone that wouldn’t mind -- [End of Preview.]