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going to be the column,” he admitted without any embarrassment at all. “But if we do get a mirror over the bed that might make an article.”
    “Some people would find it very tacky and off-putting to have their sex lives be a means of research for some journalist,” I pointed out with a glare.
    “Then I’m really lucky that you aren’t like some people, aren’t I?” Tan sat up, his abs bunching distractingly, and kissed me. “You get off on this as much as I do!”
    “Hn.” I wasn’t about to admit to that. Knowing Tan, he would want to start filming us if I admitted the slightest weakness. Having a freelance, exhibitionist journalist as a boyfriend did have certain drawbacks.
    “I’ve got a few more ideas for the mirror we already have.” Tan smirked at me.
    “Maybe later.” I wasn’t sure I trusted that look in his eyes, and I was hungry. My stomach rumbled in support of the idea of food.
    “Did you forget lunch again?” Tan asked as he bundled up the sticky towels and swiped at the floor.
    “Probably.” I shrugged. I got distracted at work sometimes and forgot to take my breaks. It was no big deal.
    “I’ll finish clearing up,” Tan offered. “You go and find some dinner. Here!” He tossed my pajamas to me from under the pillow.
    “I’ll wash up first,” I said, clutching the slippery silk pajamas in one hand. Another one of those little changes in my lifestyle. My pajamas had always been sensible, warm flannel. Now I had black silk pajamas and needed Tan to add the warmth. It was a satisfactory arrangement most of the time. “I’ll wash this while I’m in the bathroom.” I brandished the dildo at him and slid off the bed.
    “Nice view!” Tan called after me. I replied with an abrupt gesture with the dildo and he laughed.
    I filled the basin in the bathroom and dropped the dildo in to soak while I soaped the last of the residues off of my body with a hint of regret. Drying semen was icky, and dried semen was itchy, but it was a reminder of past pleasures. I always felt a bit awkward about cleaning up because part of me wanted to keep the reminder on my skin, itches and all.
    I scrubbed and dried the dildo and left it standing upright on the toilet cistern. I would put it away later, if Tan didn’t. I knew it standing there where he would see it while having a pee would amuse him, and hopefully inspire him. Not that he really needed inspiring.
    I pulled on my pajamas and headed for the kitchen. I didn’t bother buttoning the top. Pajama buttons might be easier to find, but they were just as much of a pain to sew back on. I should really get some wrap over, belted tops, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to explore the alternative uses of long silk belts. Not yet anyway.
    Tan had been busy today. There was a pan of spaghetti sauce simmering on the back of the stove and another pan of water on a low heat at the front. The spaghetti was lying ready on the counter. Fast food at home. I approved and so did my stomach. I fed the spaghetti into the water and put the kettle on while I waited for it to cook. I even switched the coffee machine on for Tan, seeing as he had left it ready to start.
    I decided to check the hall for shirt buttons and collect any stray clothes. The living room door was shut, which was unusual. I spotted the shirt button as I was going to open it and check if there was a problem in there.
    I snatched up the shirt button and carried it triumphantly into the bedroom to add to the small dish on the dresser where I kept stray buttons until I could match them to a shirt again, when I felt like sewing them back on.
    “Any more missing?” Tan asked as he watched me drop the button into the dish.
    “No, it was just the one this time.” I shoved the rest of the clothes I had collected into his arms and stole a quick kiss. “Got to get back to the kitchen and check the spaghetti.”
    “I won’t be much longer!” He yelled after me.
    He sauntered into the kitchen as I was