You pull up into your drive way, after 72 long hours at the hospital. It’s been busy couple of days, you didn’t even have time to sleep. You saw Johnny sitting on the Patio, smoking. He smirks and walks up to your car.

Johnny: “Hey pretty lady.”

He picks you up bridal style, taking you inside. You ramble about how stressful it was and how exhausted you feel, not even noticing when he started massaging your feet.

Johnny: “Damn. Sounds like you’ve had a stressful couple days, huh?”