Oh, fuck, he exclaimed, and he was all over me.

Our activity level skyrocketed. It was relieving to discover that we had a taste for the gloomy things in life. His beat shifted from one of seduction and desire to one that was much more primitive.

He drove into me, and the lounge chair groaned and whined in protest, but I had to raise my voice to be heard above it. I couldn't have cared less if Carl looked away from me for a nanosecond.

I finally felt at ease asking the question that had been bothering me for weeks. What was the length of time you spent watching?

That...