As I stepped into the shower, my wife asked, “Why don’t you write many micro-stories?”

“It is not my thing,” I truthfully replied.

She wickedly grinned, “If you write one for me, I give you a blow job.”

I was taken aback. She never offered me something like this before.

As the water cascaded over me, I started scribbling in my head.

While still dripping, I handed her a sheet of paper.

Her eyes widened, surprised as she read these very words.

She looked up at the naked me.

I grinned back, and said, “Get gobbling…”