It creates a loud popping sound when she slams her fist against my chest. She does it repeatedly. "And it was of no use to me at all since it was unsuccessful."
I raise my hand and place it on top of hers as I do so. "It was effective. You simply did not stay around long enough for me to ask you the question."
We would have learned everything there is to know about one another by now. It seems like she's in a bad mood, and I don't want her to be.
I reassure her by saying, "We can catch up." "What exactly are you curious about?"
It would appear that it has piqued her interest since she suddenly sits bolt upright in the bed with her knees crossed. The fact that she is seated in such a way that her love canal is directly in front of me can be a bit disconcerting. "We've never really discu
