D is loud. I know most of you are thinking "loud, he hardly ever talks", but that's not what I am referring to. I am referring to "the moment". The end of that long, hot and sweaty thing we like to do. It is unreal. It is like being with Chewbacca in the trash compactor in Star Wars Episode 4. The walls shake. I never have use of my hands (plus I think it would be plain rude) to cover my ears and it always seems that he buries his face in my neck just as he begins his death wail. He warned me, 4 or so years ago, but I still can not get over it. I am pretty sure I have permanent damage in my left ear.
Recently we had a date at my house. It was pretty late at night. My mom was already in her room asleep. In the morning my mom says to me, "You woke me last night." I gave her a sheepish grin and apologized. She said "Well I don't mind so much but it scares the crap out of the dogs, they all started running in circles, barking like crazy. It took me a moment to realize it wasn't an earthquake. Do me a favor kid and stuff a sock in his mouth next time."
Yep, that's my mom.
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