�What time is it?�

�Almost noon.�

�Oh. Weren�t we getting up four hours ago.�

�Yeah. Oops.�

� �Oops,� Mr. Grayson?...So...�

�So?�

�This is the morning after huh?�

�Yeah, seems like the other one�s I�ve had.�

�When you�re in my bed, I don�t want to hear about the other women you�ve wooed and won.�

�What do you want to know about?�

�Let�s not talk.�

�Sounds like a plan....don�t answer that.�

�But...�

�No. Technology evil. �Sides you can go digital when and if you get bored with me.�

�I can handle that.�

�Sides, they�re evil anyway. Complicated. Time consuming.�

�Dick. Enough computer talk. Leave the hardware alone.�

�Sounds like a pun.�

�No! Puns are banished.�

�You�re right. Who needs to talk anyway?�

�So much for getting up.�

�How does sundown sound?�

fin

~story index~