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“Psychologie/L’art, Orgasmes, Argent et Paix (vignt)”
“Carpet eating, Aurelius — or however that saying goes,” Jaye mused, shaking her fork, chewing her rabbit food with salmon deliberately, savoring both present moments.
“Babe, I love the way you think — except, salmon in the morning?”
“Darling, I’ve been up, moseying around after my workout. While moseying, I ate some strawberries and grapes and cantaloupe. And then, I got hungry — and horny — I even found time to satisfy our sauna. I sent you video.”
“I was napping on the plane.”
“No soup for you.”
“Actually, I had the lobster bisque.”
“Without me?” Jaye was visibly stirred, if not shaken by this revelation. “And, you dare come home without —
“Aht, aht — now, you know better than that. Prime rib and baguette right over there,” Aurelius motioned to the island, a brown paper bag beside the grill.
“Maybe you do deserve.”
“Don’t I always.”
“Not always.”
“Oh, here we go — Lusby.”
“As long as you don’t forget.” Jaye smiled, her hips a show as she walked over to Aurelius, interrupting his coffee for a kiss. “Still Jameson?”
“Macallan.”
