“A year younger.”
“So forty one years—I’m going to
let you live to age eighty one—”
“Thank you.”
“—and ten orgasms a week, fifty two
weeks a year would be…” I did some quick calculations in my head, “Twenty one
thousand, three hundred twenty climaxes in your lifetime. That’s a forty one to
two ratio. Mention that to Bruce, would you?”
Claire burst out laughing. “I
should probably have a few extras before I go home tonight just to rub his nose
in it.”
Back in our phone conversation I
asked her, “Are you going to give him the chance to f**k Sheila eight times.”
“Oh, I’ll give him the chance,” she
said, “but I doubt he’s going to get it up that many times for her. He’s going
to lose a few of his precious remaining orgasms. Oh well.” She laughed again.
She and I shared the same
