"How can you be attracted to me when I'm this shape?"

"Actually, Gail, you wouldn't be that shape if I weren't attracted to you."

"Think it's yours, do you? If you hadn't been attracted to me, sure. But now?"

"Now, you are rosy and sleek. I'm not saying anything about your mood, you understand. Your shape, on the other hand, is tremendously arousing."

"The 'tremendous' I agree with."

"Let me join you. . . . How can you have that pressing against you and argue that you're not sexy?"

"Drew, all you want is a place to stick it. You'd get an erection at the sight of knothole in a fence."

"My feelings are hurt. You have to kiss me to make me feel better."

"Mmmm. Feel better?"

"I'm getting there. And now, to return the kiss. Mmmm. . . . Mmm. . . . Mm."

"Are you going to kiss all of my belly?"

"Only the parts I can reach from here. Mm. . . . Mmmmmmm!"

"Hey! That tickles. It isn't really fair to kiss my belly button when it's sticking out."

"Then kiss me again. Mmmm."

"Seems to me that's your solution to everything."

"Isn't a solution. Don't be so precipitate. It's a prelude."

"Ssssss."

"Mmmm. . . . Mmmmmm. These stick out, too. Does that make kissing them unfair?"

"Totally unfair. You have to suck them in reparation."

"Okay. Anything to mollify you. Mmmmmm."

"That feels so good."

"Mmmmmm. Y'know, even you would have to agree that your breasts look even sexier now."

"If you're into cows."

"They're bigger, and the nipples are more pronounced. I'm not into cows, but I sure am into boobs."

"I've noticed."

"And aren't you glad? Especially since you're into having your boobs sucked. Do you think you'll enjoy feeding him?"

"According to the women who've done it, babies don't feel as good as you do."

"So, saving up the experience of expert treatment against your future of dealing with an amateur, . . . Mmmm. Mmmm."

"I may think your taste is excerable, but I do like your lips."

"And I like yours. So warm, so furry. . . . Do you think you're ready?"

"I'm ready for you. I'm not sure I'm ready to turn over."

"I'll help. . . There."

"And you. . . . Is there still room?"

"It's snug, but I like it snug. You clasp me so tightly, . . . so warmly, . . . so smoothly. You are so welcoming, so arousing. Mmm."

"Your kiss on my neck, your hand on me, they're making me soar. Only you inside me is holding me to the ground."

"Soar away, my darling. I'll be here to catch you when you've finished."

"You're so romantic, and so warm."

"My sweet. My dearest. Mmm."

"Right there, Drew. That's just the right spot. . . . Now."

"Yes, my dear. I love you. Soar now."

"Gahhh! . . . Drew. . . . Drew."

"Darling! So warm around me. You grab me so strongly that I have to move."

"Drew. . . . Ahhhhhh!"

. . .

"Oh, Christ! . . . Oh!"

. . .

"Are you all right, Drew?"

"Glorious. Not ready to move, but glorious. . . . Y'know, one problem with this position. . . ."

"What's that?"

"From here, I can't watch your face when you come. My favorite sight. D'you suppose we could hang a mirror right about . . . "

"No. First, then I could see myself. I'm not sure I want to. Second, there's explaining the mirror to visitors."

"How many visitors see our bedroom?"

"A fair number. It's where we store coats for a party. But my mother is the top problem."

"Point taken. I'll have to wait."