“Then wine me, dine me and sixty-nine me,” she growled. “Feel free to reverse the order.”
“Wine me, dine me, Deep Space Nine me.”
“I’m hitting the sack”“Are you twenty-nine or sixty-nine?”The devilish dimples appeared. “Twenty-nine with a sixty-nine waiting at home”
“She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.”
“Wine?" I asked, ready to order."I’d rather have Sex on the Beach." He winked at me with a devilish grin.”
“As we stand to leave, I look across the dining hall and through the glass at Lilly. She is smiling at me and the smile hurts.”