Hot Water Bottle

Dressed only in short shorts I struggle with the top of the hot water bottle (what I originally tightened I can’t for the life of me loosen) “Bloody hell! ” I grunt & groan & gasp. Give it one last twist Muscles tightening with exertion so much so that my shorts fall down and the top comes loose and the water spurts out as if I were that peeing statue in Brussels. I look at you looking at me. “Now that…was a side reaction you didn’t expect to see every day of the night! ” You nearly wet yourself laughing. “Guess I now know why it is called a hot water bottle! ” I cover my modesty with a now floppy hot water bottle.