“Wait a minute, Jeff!” I mock-protested.

“What? What’s the matter?” my kind, new-boyfriend replies, not knowing that I’m kidding with him.

“You don’t have anti-skid decals on the bottom of your bathtub!”

“So?” he reacts.

“It wouldn’t be safe to fuck under the shower as you suggested!” I return.

Jeff looks crestfallen.

“To be safe, we’ll just have to do it right here on the bathroom floor!” and I pull him down, and we do it for the umpteenth time since we met last night.