"True."

"You're a sexy little thing and I'm kind of glad you tricked me into this," I admitted.

"You're not mad?"

"How could I be? Fucking you naughty little minxes? Any man would cut off his hand for a chance to be where I'm at."

She grew pensive for a moment.

"So," she said, "I was just going to fuck you - like Meghan did - and not tell you - but I'm feeling guilty."

"About the party?" I asked.

"About not telling you that I'm ovulating and not on the pill," she said.

"That's risky," I said.

"I want..." she stopped talking and looked at me. "Would you be...