"I'm so happy right now," she said. "I think that's so hot that you'd be into that babe. That makes me so fucking wet."

"I'm so happy babe," he smiled.

"But we've got a list to make Mr. Bohaven, stop distracting me." And he straightened immediately to attention.

"Yes of course Mrs. Bohaven, my sincerest apologies," and they both chortled like fancy Victorians, a long-carried inside joke in play.

"Okay I'll go next." Molly wrote down 'LesbiHonest.' Which was another well used word whenever either of them brought up their mutual attraction to girl-on-girl fun.

Tate looked at his wife lovingly. He knew that she liked both guys and girls...