From this work in progress that happened on a plane while I was supposed to be analyzing THAT project that nobody really wanted but everyone was waiting for:
“What are you like in bed?” he asks. Abruptly, rudely. To shock.
“At this point, I’m pretty sure you’ll never find out, so anything I say would either be bragging or taunting.”
“Brag. Taunt. I dare you.”
“What, are we 12?”
“At least 18, I hope. Come on. What’s the harm?”
Pretty much infinite…