[ They are, blessedly, miles past the point where Bastien might have spiraled into worrying that By eventually growing a bit bored with the sex might mean growing bored with him. Miles and miles and miles past it, all the way into territory where he can laugh and say, ]
For a time. Once we hit fifty, it is missionary in the dark for the rest of our lives. I’m sorry—that is the rule.
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For a time. Once we hit fifty, it is missionary in the dark for the rest of our lives. I’m sorry—that is the rule.
[ It is not the rule. ]