OPEN ON: Sunny and Hubs’ Bedroom, 10PM
After a long day battling 2 hours of traffic, temperamental animation creators, a Chemistry night class, and an 85 degree house with no AC, we see Sunny, sprawled out on the unmade bed in a ratty t-shirt she’s had since 2001, and a pair of white granny panties.
In a cruel joke played on her by the universe, Sunny can never tell when she is going to ovulate. Therefore, in the off chance it happens, she and Hubs have been “doing it” for five days straight.
On a scale of one to ten, her horniness meter tonight is at “Eunuch”.
Hubs walks into the bedroom wearing old boxer briefs and nothing more.
Hubs looks at her.
She cracks one eye open and looks at him.
Hubs fist pumps the air, flexes comically, and flops into bed.
SUNNY (deadpan): Hawt.
Both lay next to each other as the ceiling fan whirls.
HUBS: Ready to bring it?
SUNNY (yawns): Yeah…I guess…
HUBS (also deadpan): Yippee.
SUNNY: And this, little Jimmie? This is story of the night you were conceived…