A Different Conversation

I’d have a different conversation. She’d be on her back or side and I’d be doing my thing.

Since this is a family blog we’ll say after she was red faced and smiling I’d have a short conversation with her.

If history is our guide it wouldn’t take much to bring about that smile because we have thousand of years/times of experience.

And if it never happened, well one day she would regret not giving herself the experience again.

Hell, she could try it in the name of science. It would be a simple way to prove some things.

Two hands, two fingers, two minutes.

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