She closed her eyes and her body jerked. He pulled his jammie out and she
drizzled down his legs. She reached down, grabbed the jammie again, and slid back down on it.
“Oh God. Good heavens,” she said.
“There is no god,” he reminded her.
He put her down and she turned around. When she bent over – touching her toes – he slid into her like she was holding his place in line, talking to her the whole time.