Somehow the new GPS led them to her favorite sushi place. “You’re so sweet!” she said, parking the car. “Especially since I know you don’t really care for sushi.”

“I like watching you eat it,” he said. “And I don’t mind the Dan Dan noodles. Nice and spicy!”

“Mmmm, I can practically taste the heat of your tongue.”

“Your cunt is the color of slivered ginger.”

“The best sushi is like sucking your cock.”

“You’re giving me an erection. Could we wait awhile before we head inside?”

“I’m sure the hostess has seen boners before. And besides, you started it. My ginger’s all aquiver. My little noodle wants to feel the scrape of your big one.”

They found a booth in a quiet corner at the back. They sat side by side and shared.

“I love your sauce,” she said, licking her fingers. “Goes great with sushi.”

“How am I going to leave?” he said, glancing down.

“Oh, I’m sure the hostess has seen wet spots before,” she answered. Her fingers delved again beneath the tablecloth. She squeezed his cockhead one last time before zipping him up. “Just in case, best give her a big fat tip.”

At home, they were almost too tired to undress. They stood next to each other in the bathroom brushing their teeth. “Someday I’m going to try brushing your teeth,” he said. “And your hair, too.”

“Not with your toothbrush,” she said.

“Of course not. I’ll use yours. Five hundred strokes for each lovely strand.”

She giggled. Hand in hand, they padded to the bedroom.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to,” he said. His head was resting on her tummy. His right hand patted the gentle swell below.

“That’s okay,” she sighed. “You can knock me up again tomorrow.”