Bob and I were out in the backyard working on my hand eye coordination. He kept tossing tennis balls to me and I was playing a wonderful game of swish and chase. 

“You’ll get it babe,” he smiled. “You just need to be a little more coordinated.”   

“It’s no use,” I said. I’m just no good at hitting anything. I’m tired and frustrated, and besides, I’m much better at indoor sports. 

“Indoor sports?” He asked with a sly grin.  

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” I laughed as I took his hand and led him back to the house.   

Once inside, he collapsed on the sofa. “Oh you poor baby,” I said. “Did our lesson tucker you out? Here, let me make you feel better.” I began massaging his legs and working my way up his shorts.