“Oh, just in our bed, honey,” she assures him. “I’m crazy, mad for you. I want to have you right now. You see, I know my fevers and I know in saying this that you might just wake up in the middle of the night finding me riding you like a wild horse on the range. But I thought it would be a nice gesture, baby. I mean, we still have the theatre and other places, I presume, so none of God’s children will be going without.”
He laughs in favor of her analogy, “I like that, sweetheart. Yes, that is a fine, romantic notion and we can certainly try it. Don’t worry yourself, though, I won’t blame you for riding the wild horse, as you say.”
It was okay when she had said it but hearing it come from Robert’s lips makes her blush without control, “I hope this radio call doesn’t take long. I’m suddenl
