When they woke up and she started to crawl onto him with her big, naked, hot body, he slipped out from beneath her, falling onto the floor. “What are you doing on the floor?” she asked, looking down at him with an amused smile. “Oh no,” he said, “we’re done. I’m not going to let you get me started again.” “I could do that?” she asked. “Get you started again?” “Yes, you could,” he said, “very easily, and then we’d never get to town.” “Oh,” she said, “town. I haven’t been to town for a long time.” “Well, it’s time for you to keep your part of the deal, Barbara. Remember?” “Yes,” she said, “yes, I do remember.” “So, get up, get dressed, and let’s get going.” “Without a bath?” she asked, appalled. “A bath?” “Yes,” she said, “and frankly, you could use one, too.” A bath didn’t sound like a bad idea. After all, they did both kind of . . . smell, after their exertions all night. “Okay,” he said, “okay, a bath.
