Jamie and Andrew have been making love most of the afternoon, with both having reached orgasm about twenty minutes ago, and now it’s that recuperation period during which they say sweet nothing and share gentle caresses. Were it after midnight they’d likely fall asleep in each other’s arms, but the sun is still up, slinging potent rays through the bedroom window, cutting their nap short.

They get up from the bed and Jamie adjusts the curtains. “You ever notice the designs on these curtains look like sperms?” Jamie says.