Smart. Sex I’m pretty sure there’s many that still do, even if they aren’t with them anymore.”
“Do you?”
*“What?”
“Love your first?”
*“I do, sorta, I guess. Then, I guess I drifted off myself. She kissed me with tears glistening. She was rising to meet me, wriggling slowly into my throat. It retreated towards the opening, with one long, intense, almost unbearably delicious firing of every nerve along its way. She was rising to meet me, wriggling slowly into my throat. Then, I guess I drifted off myself. Different too. The time passed effortlessly, amongst the subtle rustle of the trees, as we embraced the elemental bliss and regained our wills to speak. “Is that what we did tonight?”
*”It’s what I did tonight. But I’ll live. I heard her breathing change it’s inflection. Hold on, did you say science fiction was weird?”
*”It is. Her eyes would widen and her back would arch if all she felt was pleasure. There was no voice, just gasps. But fire away, ask anything?”
“Why do you call it sharing?”
*”What? *“Oh. She stared at me with wide, shocked but happy eyes. My favorite scene is when she has enough and grabs Luke’s blaster, shoots the grate, then stands up, nonchalantly shoots a couple troopers, tells them to get into the chute and, jumps.”
“’Into the garbage chute, Flyboy.’ Great scene.
