Despite himself, he felt his face redden, and the incredulous note of defensiveness in his voice was beyond his control. "You think we have problems in the bedroom?” His poor dick wilted despite the fact that it had been raring to go just moments before.Hannah tapped his chin with a chiding finger. “Don’t be goofy. Of course not. But that’s the point.” Her eyes were wide, her expression earnest. “Lots of men and women get caught up in their hormones and confuse lust with love. Then after the ceremony with Aunt Ethel and the string quartet and the gold rings, he starts belching and drinking gin in his underwear and she turns out to be a whiny shrew. The marriage tanks.”“God, Hannah. You paint a lovely picture.”She wriggled to her feet and starting stretching in a yoga position. “You know I’m right.”He leaned back on his hands, his legs outstretched. “So you think that when we burn ourselves out in the bedroom we’ll have nothing left?”She peered at him from between her legs, her red face upside down.
