“Someone's on the rag," she chides, then grabs her crotch as if adjusting a cup. "And it's not me.”

“Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?”

“I feel like grabbing my crotch and checking to see if my balls are still there because I think they may be in her pocket and I need to get them back.”

“Then Pandora bade Epimetheus to touch her breasts,as her heart palpitated excitedly beneath her chest, & invited him to fondle her nipples which were firm & turgid.And she then held his quaking hand in hers & took it & placed it over her pubic hair.And she set herself down & opened her thighs wide to allow him to examine her crotch.And she challenged him to find a little cup dripping with Nectar that she hid within the folds of her crotch.”

“I’ll grab my crotch at you. It’s a greeting, like hello, only more provocative and inviting.”

“Do you find it erotic how my pants bulge in the crotch, where I keep my coffee cup?”