STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
Avon's beard was driving Vila crazy! It itched, it scratched, and it distracted Vila. But be damned if Avon would shave it off! After decades of shaving and depilatory creams, Avon had declared his independence by growing a full, thick, salt and pepper beard.
Tonight was no exception to Vila's irritation. As Avon kissed his way down Vila's chest, the beard invaded Vila'a ticklish side. When Avon tenderly kissed Vila's forehead, the beard set off a sneezing fit! Other, more sensitive portions of Vila's anatomy were similarly assaulted, brushed, tickled, and generally abused.
Finally, in unfeigned exasperation, Vila had placed his hand on Avon's chest and announced adamantly, "Avon, either that beard goes or I do!"
Avon stared at Vila a long moment, then sighed. "We'll see about that…in the morning, Vila. If I'm so much of a problem for you now, maybe we'd just better go to sleep."
With that, he rolled over, punched up his pillow, pulled the covers up over his shoulder, and slipped easily enough into sleep.
Vila, astonished and not a little hurt, harrumphed disgustedly, turning his back on Avon, and tried to go to sleep. It took much longer for him than for Avon, what with the continuing argument going on inside Vila's head.
As the grey light of another day crept into their bedroom, Vila was the first to wake. Somehow, in the night, he'd rolled to face his bed partner. When he opened his eyes, he barely managed to suppress a shriek of fright to find himself in bed with a stranger! Recovering, he realized what had happened: sometime in the night, Avon had shaved off his beard!
Vila breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that damnable beard gone. Then a new thought struck him. //I wonder how long it would take ME to grow a beard?//