It's likely that she's at the guest house right this minute making sure I'm okay. I help her up onto the counter in the bathroom and then lead her to the perimeter of the space. "We'd better hurry, because if she doesn't find me there, she's going to realize that the rooster is in the hen house."
When I push inside her, she lets out a gasp, and then she smacks me across the back. "Why in the hell would you do that?" I ask.
"You are aware that my new method of birth control has not yet had enough time to begin working, but you continue to do this."
I forgot. "We both know that you're the kind of person who enjoys gambling. You enjoy putting your future in the hands of chance. When we were in Vegas, I was able to observe that."
I don't stop, and she doesn't make me. Neither of us gives
