My dear late wife used to do this same kind of Scheherezade scam. On our wedding night we started having sex,

and at one point she says "Well, time's up for tonight. We'll have to finish up tomorrow night."

The next night, same thing happens.

I'm embarrassed to say how long this went on.

I'm taking anger management classes now and I've become a Born-again Christian.
Women...
Transitory art is always so...transitory. It's like these artists in India who spend all night making elaborate sculptures of the Gods out of butter. Then the sun rises, and they watch them melt. They're probably all like thinking, "Jesus, what a fing waste of time that was.

I've really got to start thinking things through more..."