The hubby. I was leaning over the kitchen counter writing my grocery list, and he was tapping on the top of my head with his finger, because he's a boy, and he likes to annoy me. "I could do this all day," he said. "No. You could not," I said. He said, "You won't give me head?" It's rare in this household that the double entendre goes the other way.

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