Henrietta Clover (53) from Minneapolis, MN: I don’t know about this one.

Lawrence Boler (49) from Long Beach, CA: What don’t you know? It’s hot. Steamy.

Henrietta: Yes, I noticed the steam. I suppose you’re interested in whether the tea kettle whistles.

Lawrence: Not just the steam. The jizz.

Henrietta: Pardon me?

Lawrence: I said jizz to spare your sense of decorum. The cum. You do know what cum is don’t you?

Henrietta: Yes I do. Semen.

Lawrence: Ha, yes. Semen. Of course girls cum too. So that would be—I don’t know what it’s called. Girl cum. Or do you have some other word for it?

Henrietta: I do not.

Lawrence: I thought as much. But I think this is guy cum. Look how thick it is. He must have really fucked her good and hard. Don’t you think? Look at her shirt, how it’s tattered in a few spots. Probably from the fuck.

Henrietta: I told you I thought that shirt wasn’t practical.

Lawrence: It was probably fun. Or maybe in the heat of passion they didn’t even notice. And now she’s making him some bacon and eggs.

Henrietta: What makes you think she’s making bacon and eggs?

Lawrence: Because that’s what I’d want after an especially good fuck.

Henrietta: You’re kind of a greedy one, aren’t you. What about what she might want?

Lawrence: She gets the tea. Me, I’m more a coffee man, myself.

Henrietta: I also prefer coffee to tea.

Lawrence: See, we have something in common.

Henrietta: I suppose that’s one way of putting it.

Lawrence: So after a good hard morning fuck, what might you want for breakfast?

Henrietta: Chocolate? Maybe a piece or two of dark chocolate. The kind with nuts.

Lawrence: Nuts, huh? Is that a sexual reference?

Henrietta: Oh my. That never crossed my mind.

Lawrence: But now that we’re talking about nuts, do you ever kiss them? Take them in your mouth?

Henrietta: How do you know I’m not a Lesbian?

Lawrence: Are you?

Henrietta: No. Although...

Lawrence: Although what?

Henrietta: Never you mind. And the chocolate was not a reference to the color of ... You’re not black by any chance?

Lawrence: No. Are you?

Henrietta: No. If one of us were, we would be having an interracial conversation.

Lawrence: That’s right. Although I could be Chinese for all you know.

Henrietta: So could I.

Lawrence: But I’m not.

Henrietta: Neither am I. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be of a different race.

Lawrence: Yes. Completely different experiences. I’ve also wondered what it would be like to be a woman.

Henrietta: Really? That surprises me.

Lawrence: Why?

Henrietta: From what you’ve said so far, it just seemed to me you didn’t have a feminist side.

Lawrence: I’m sure I don’t. I was just curious, that’s all. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a man?

Henrietta: Sure. I do realize that one man can be quite different from another. I mean that’s obvious. But to have a penis.