The lover of Lisa

this is the best conversation we could have. Maybe it was the need to
fully wake up. “No, you look real sexy, with a touch of makeup you would
be so hot.” Now, I don’t know why, maybe it was the sleep deprivation
from two nights of wild sex, but I did something that wasn’t like me, I
retorted back. “Right. There is no way that I could be passable as a
girl, I saw my reflection and there is no way.”

“Really dear? I bet you’re wrong. I see a canvas just waiting to be
finished, you are sexy and with just a little bit of work, you can be
hot. I bet I could do it in less than 4 hours, I mean `do it’ as in make
you agree that you look hot.”

Okay, that was twice she had said I would look hot and I knew what I had
seen. There was no way that she was going to be able to do that. “Fine,
you want to bet? I’ll take that wager, but what is the prize?”

“If I can get you to agree that you look sexy and hot, you will agree to
let your hair grow out and I get to keep, ummm, two of that things I do
to you.”

“And what do I get if you are finished and you fail?” I asked in a
challenge response.

“You get to pick both the restaurant and the movies we see for the rest
of the month.” She retorted a bit too quickly.

I agreed to her experiment. And I started to work out our dining out
schedule in our head. With that out of the way I sat down with her at
the counter and started to eat the fantastic breakfast, ummm, looking at
the clock maybe brunch, she made. She finished up before I did and
walked off to the bathroom while I finished the plate and took mine to
join hers in the sink. As I turned I remembered one of the house rules.
The person who didn’t cook gets to clean. I turned back to the sink and
busied myself with the dishes as I heard Lisa rummaging around in the
master bedroom and spare bedroom closets. Just about the time I finished
I heard her say, “Hurry up, I have a bet to win.” And I marched off to
the master bedroom to see what we had in store for this lazy Sunday morning.