“GERRY, TURN OFF THE LIGHT!” Holly giggled as she watched her husband undress before her. He danced around the room performing a striptease, slowly unbuttoning his white cotton shirt with his long slender fingers. He raised his left eyebrow toward Holly and allowed the shirt to slide from his shoulders, caught it in his right hand and swung it around over his head.
Holly giggled again.
“Turn off the light? What, and miss all this?” he grinned cheekily while flexing his muscles. He wasn’t a vain man but had much to be vain about, thought Holly. His body was strong and perfectly toned. His long legs were muscular from hours spent working out in the gym. He wasn’t a very tall man, but he was tall enough to make Holly feel safe when he stood protectively beside her five-foot-five body. Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and
tickling her head.
Her heart leapt as he lowered his boxers, caught them on the tips of his toes and flung them at Holly, where they landed on her head.
“Well, at least it’s darker under here anyway,” she laughed. He always managed to make her laugh. When she came home tired and angry after work he was always sympathetic and listened to her complain. They seldom fought, and when they did it was over stupid things that made them laugh afterward, like who had left the porch light on all day or who had forgotten to set the alarm at night.
Gerry finished his striptease and dived into the bed. He snuggled up beside her, tucking his freezing cold feet underneath her legs to warm himself up.
“Aaaagh! Gerry, your feet are like ice cubes!” Holly knew that this position meant he had no intention of budging an inch. “Gerry,” Holly’s voice warned.
“Holly,” he mimicked.
“Didn’t you forget something?”
“No, not that I remember,” he answered cheekily.
“Ah yes, the light,” he said sleepily and pretended to snore loudly.
“I had to get out of bed and do it last night as I remember.”
“Yeah, but you were just standing right beside the switch a second ago!”
“Yes. . . just a second ago,” he repeated sleepily.
Holly sighed. She hated having to get back out of bed when she was nice and snug, step onto the cold wooden floor and then fumble around in the darkness on the way back to the bed. She tutted.
“I can’t do it all the time you know, Hol. Someday I might not be here and then what will you do?”
“Get my new husband to do it,” Holly huffed, trying her best to kick his cold feet away from hers.
“Or just remember to do it myself before I get into bed.”
Gerry snorted. “Fat chance of that happening, my dear. I’ll have to leave a message on the light switch for you before I go just so you’ll remember.”
“How thoughtful of you, but I would rather you just leave me your money.”
“And a note on the central heating,” he continued on.
“And on the milk carton.”
“You’re a very funny man, Gerry.”
“Oh, and on the windows so you don’t open them and set the alarm off in the mornings.”
“Hey, why don’t you just leave me a list in your will of things for me to do if you think I’ll be so incompetent without you?”
“Not a bad idea,” he laughed.
“Fine then, I’ll turn off the bloody light.