Emma and her guy were cuddling after Sunday morning sex when there was a hefty thump, which startled them.

“Oh, just the Sunday paper,” Emma said, and she laughed.

“What’s so funny about the Sunday paper?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking about my dad and the Sunday paper. He always asked for the Rotogravure section.”

“What’s that?”

“I guess the magazine section. Which I had no interest in. I was only six. But it was such a silly word. It tickled. It was a tickle word. My little sister and I used it when we were tickling each other. It’s one of those words you can’t say fast even three times. We laughed and laughed.”

“Interesting.”

“Don’t laugh. It was!”

“I’m sure.”

“Rotogravure,” Emma said, and then she took a taste of her guy’s softened penis. “Rotogravure. Mmm. Rotogravure. Mmm. Rotogravure. Mmm. Mmm. Mmmmmmm.”

“Mmmm,” agreed Emma’s lover. “I do like rotogravure. Did you have any other tickle words?”

Emma took a long long long taste of her boyfriend’s penis. When she was finished it was not nearly so softened as before. She turned to look him in the eye. She licked her lips. “Fuck.”