"Do you have sex often?"

She said, leaning on the stem of the palm tree on which the man was. He had been on the tree since she could remember. For what? He was trying to pluck few edible coconuts.

Not only was he trying to pluck them, he was also tearing the fond off with his teeth. Lailah was weary of watching him do the whole drama.

He looked down at her at the question. She met his contoured face with hers. He seemed to had been caught off guard by the question she'd asked.

"Beg your pardon?"

He said. She chuckled. He could feel the strength of its...