"Tough."

"We should have gone for that blow-job red bottle."

"Pink is your color." Pause. "Hold your feet still."

"You're tickling me with the brush. Which means you're painting my skin.
Try to stay on the horny bits, Walter."

Pointed look. No comment.

"If we were doing this right I'd be wearing a kimono."

"Naked works for me."

"But *you're* not naked. There's an inequity here. . .a *good* one, I
hasten to add. . .but still. . .what's that look for?"

"I'm picturing you in a kimono. . .do you own one?"

"I've never committed to full drag. I'm still in the bra-and-panty stage."

Silence.

"You know I'm kidding, right?"

Silence.

"Walter."

"What."

"These cuffs are starting to chafe."

"Don't move so much."

"Does this end with you straddling my hips and impaling yourself on me?"

"I'll think about it."