Earthquakes are a reality in California. As a native, I have experienced earthquakes but still feel stumped each time one occurs. Should I take cover under a doorway, find the nearest desk as we did in grade school, or stop, drop, and roll? Some earthquakes are realized after they are over. Some trigger more damage. One night, I was deep asleep, floating between REM levels. The cocktails from the night before still flowing through my system. All of a sudden, I was jolted awake by what I thought was a massive body shaking earthquake. I ripped the eyemask from my face, rubbed my eyes, and attempted to survey the damage. As I turned my head to the left to wake my motionless husband, I noticed an ABRUPT stop to the shaking motion. How strange, I thought to myself, maybe I was having the type of dream where for example, your ski falls off. I resumed my sleep position and closed my eyes. Not ten seconds later, the shaking began again. As I half opened my eyes and turned my head ever so slightly in my husband’s direction, I realized that the earthquake I was experiencing was the vigorous shaking motion of my darling husband pleasuring himself. Guess he did not want to disturb my beauty sleep!
OFF THE RICHTER SCALE
June 24, 2010 By 1 Comment