When morning broke I poised the inquiry, "So what was the deal with you last night?"
"In the middle of the night you snaked your hand into my panties and
rubbed my tushy."
"I DID? Seriously?"
"Oh yeah you did. You don't remember it?"
"You didn't do it on purpose?"
"Ha, no I didn't."
We both laughed it off. Little did I know.
A week passes. Once again, hugging the edge of BF's King sized bed, I felt the sheet begin to move. And there it was, another Midnight Manhandling was occurring! This time I think my left cheek was squeezed.
Again as daylight shone through the window I say to him, "You did it again last
"Rubbed my tushy."
"Again???? Wow, I just don't remember doing it." He shook his head puzzled.
I smiled and kissed his nose.
The next night I was Manhandled twice. I'm beginning to grow suspicious of his memory loss.