She Moved

One night my friend was at my house. It was late, and my wife was sleeping. It was a hot summer night. My wife was wearing a t-shirt. My friend and I went into the bedroom. I had my friend very slowly start to hike my wife's t-shirt up. He did until it was almost past her bellybutton. She was sound asleep. Then she started to move, so we left.

— Gary, 46