Stories of life behind enemy lines.
My answer is going to make Dean clutch his pearls and faint, but ... sex. The instant I saw the thing, I thought, "What a great couch for sex!" I almost suggested we buy it to find out if this was true.:-)
You know, I used to work for a design firm a million years ago. One of our clients was a pig, I mean man, who built a very large orgy house. He had a very, very, VERY large "sofa." (He also had a number of other things I really never, ever understood. Thank God!) So, I would guess you're right. He also had some very angry neighbors. I freaky felt so sorry for them. This was in the Napa/Sonoma area, and his neighbors were third generation, old farmhouse residents. There small child referred to it as "the naked lady house."Ugh.
"I REALLY felt sorry for them." The darned autocorrect went the way it thought it should go.And THEIR small child.
Ouch! Your client sounds like a wretched fellow. Of course, I was referring to marital, unprotected, just-the-two-of-us, wholesome sex.No, really, I actually was. Yowza!Sorry, I got carried away. Which isn't uncommon for us. :-)
Lol. I was thinking nap or crash space for guests. I suppose us Protestants aren't so creative. Or it could be that you're more of an empty nester and we still have three littles.
Yeah, that empty nest thing is pretty cool. ;-)
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