"Oh dear, you've got them all wet," said Moyra Melons husband - his voice betraying the slightest hint of a man coming over in an excited hot flush.
"Do you think I've spoilt them?" Moyra sounded anxious - she hated the idea of wet ear rings, but was apt to enter the shower, forgetting to take her exotic ear bling off on more occasions then she cared to remember.
"They always end up wet when you do this dear," replied her husband - still shaking slightly like a fellow trying to keep himself under control.
"Oh dear, you seem more upset then I am," replied Moyra Melons. "There is no need. I'm sure they'll dry out."
"Yes I suppose you are right," stuttered her husband.
"I think they are already," added Moyra as she gently touched the dangling pendulant ear rings. "Yes they feel fine. Would you like to touch them?"
Moyra quickly realised this was not the most apt thing to say to her rather hot bloodied husband at such a moment. It brought about another of those moments that had nothing to do with wet ear rings.