Disappointing as it is, I had to lose the piercing after it nearly got ripped out. But that's another story.
[Ahem, back to the first one.] I remember getting a beer out of the fridge and asking her where the chips were, then the next thing I know I'm pinning her to the island counter top. Her tongue's in my mouth and hello, piercing. [She pauses. Let's not get into too many details.] And let's just say that's not the only place her piercing was by the end of the night. But that didn't happen in the kitchen, and this is a kitchen story.