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And now for something interesting.
Mrs. Chef and I are working at home today. As we were just about to have sex, the cleaning woman showed up, walked into the foyer, and started yelling, "Hello?!?" The Mrs. threw on some clothes and ran downstairs, telling them that if they started on the first floor, we would stay upstairs. Lucky for us, the bedroom door has a lock on it.
Now would be an appropriate time for all of you to weigh in with stories of your own examples of coitus interruptus, or almost coitus interruptus.
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