The Joy of Sex

"So, when are your hot spots this month then?" The man of my dreams asks lovingly.

"Next Tuesday looks good." I reply consulting my trusty app.

"I've been thinking." he says.

"Oh no." I muse silently.

"Let's try a turkey baster this month.  Clearly my sperm need a bit of directional guidance."

I say nothing.

"What?" he asks innocently.

"Really?" I reply, my right eyebrow raised in consternation.

"I'm just trying to shortcut the process." he continues laughing at his own razor sharp wit.

"Very funny." I say sardonically hoping this will be an end to it.

Unfortunately I don't think it will...