"What's that"? asked Ivory, looking down into his sapphire blue eyes that sparkled in in the morning sun that flooded the room uninvited through the open window.

"This is my favorite way to wake up," he replied softly.

"Mine too," replied Ivory as she reached down and began to caress him between the legs, much to his delight.

Without warning, Ivory flung back the blankets and scrambled from the bed.

"Go take a shower, ordered Ivory. I am going to make us some breakfast."

Grabbing one of his shirts from a nearby chair, Ivory slipped it over her shapely body and strolled into the kitchen.

She was dismayed when she opened the refrigerator door and found only the green bologna, moldy bread and empty milk carton. The cabinets were even more barren. The only thing she found in them was a box of macaroni and cheese, a bottle of oregano, and a roach motel.

Shaking her head, Ivory ambled back onto the bathroom where Stud had just stepped out of the shower.

"I wanted to make you breakfast, complained Ivory, slipping her arms around his wet body. But you don't have any food."

"I know, admitted Stud, removing the shirt she was wearing and tossing it on the bathroom floor. I hate grocery shopping and doing laundry.

Are you disappointed"?

"A little," she replied.

"That's okay, he said , carrying her into the bedroom and playfully throwing her down on the bed. I'm not much of a breakfast eater."