“It’s worse than wham-bam-thank you ma’am. It’s wham-bam-goodnight ma’am,” Lo said as I drifted off to sleep Wednesday night. She had much more than one orgasm in her, but I was down for the count.
The next night, she and I found ourselves on the couch watching TV yet again. This time we were watching a gangster movie. I was sipping my whiskey and I said, “Oh, my legs are killing me today.”