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My darling Flyboy asks me what I want to do for Valentine's Day. My sons continue trying to out amaze each other.
Flyboy frowns at our overly loud offspring: "Again...I ask. What do you want for Valentine's Day?"
Not looking up from my kindle: "I want lots of delicious orgasms."
Dead silence.
Married boy: "I'm outta here. I'm going home."
College boy: On that note, I'm heading back to school."
Teen boy grumbling on his way to his room: "At least you can go some place. I'm stuck with them."
Dust settles.
Flyboy looks around the empty room: "What was that?"
Without losing my place in the book: "That, my love, is how you clear a room. And yes, I'm serious about the orgasms."
A moment latter, Flyboy is heard booking a hotel room.
