The eyes met in the mirror for a long smoldering moment. She was luxuriating in a tub of hot scented water and he was valiantly, but vainly, trying to shave with a mangled tube of toothpaste.
“Dear…,” she said gently.
“Mmm?” he responded.
“Why are you trying to shave with a toothpaste tube?”
He stopped, looked at the tube in his hand, and recoiled.
“Why, I thought it was a radio!” he said, aghast.
Slowly, she sank herself deeper into the tub. She would have submerged completely, but her breasts kept her afloat.