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Aug. 15th, 2010 12:37 am[From this thread]
Whatever book it was that he'd picked up, it turned out that it was one of Liz's books, some psychology text that, quite frankly, was about as foreign to him as one of his tech journals would be to Liz. As Liz headed toward the bedroom - stripping on the way, he noticed, over the top of the book - he gave up on pretending to be interested in the book, and set it aside, following his wife as she moved toward the bathroom. Judging by the rate at which she was shedding clothing, a shower was definitely happening in the immediate future. He paused in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed loosely over his chest, as if he were totally uninterested in the possibility of a shower with Liz.
Whatever book it was that he'd picked up, it turned out that it was one of Liz's books, some psychology text that, quite frankly, was about as foreign to him as one of his tech journals would be to Liz. As Liz headed toward the bedroom - stripping on the way, he noticed, over the top of the book - he gave up on pretending to be interested in the book, and set it aside, following his wife as she moved toward the bathroom. Judging by the rate at which she was shedding clothing, a shower was definitely happening in the immediate future. He paused in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed loosely over his chest, as if he were totally uninterested in the possibility of a shower with Liz.
