She said:
“I’m not
going to bang
you.”
We were
walking from (blank)
toward my
cavern.
I cut my
pace in half,
turned toward
her, came to a
smooth halt, and said:
“Sweetheart,
I’m not banging
you.”
I turned
facing forward and
away.
I walked in front,
it took a minute
but she caught up.
It turned out
we had matching
smirks.
