Naked Texting

Sunday evening, I was up in my office working, and Wifegrit was downstairs doing something in the living room while the boys were playing in the den. I picked up my phone and texted this to her:

I didn’t just send her the pic first thing because I knew the boys were near her, and I didn’t want them to accidentally see it.

Several minutes passed with no reply. I knew she must probably have had her phone plugged in her computer in the other room, and hadn’t heard the text alert. A few minutes later, I heard her coming up the stairs, calling out my name. I could tell by the rush of her feet on the steps, and her tone of voice that she was wanting to catch me before I made a mistake. I quickly scooped up my phone again and sent the pic before she made it to my office. I won’t have my glorious mistakes interrupted.

When she came in, she had that look of concern. “Don’t start doing stuff like that,” she said. “I can see you naked anytime. I don’t need those kinds of pictures on my phone.”

“Well,” I said, “I already sent the picture as you were coming up the stairs.”

“Oh no,” she rolled her eyes. She left my office and hustled downstairs.

She picked up her phone and checked the latest message:

I took that pic at the Fresh Market Sunday afternoon. I think it’s rather sexy.

Bullgrit