Deirdre let fly a coquettish giggle. “Well, you’re a little slow on the uptake, aren’t you, Tiger?” she asked, flashing a gleaming smile. “Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
Lloyd shook his head jerkily.
“Well, that’s a shame, isn’t it? Because I’m gonna spell it out anyway -- just so you and I are on the same…hmmm hmmm, wavelength.” She tugged herself upward, pressing her breasts against Lloyd’s chest, and shifting her cotton tail against his leg, as she moved toward his ear. “You and I are going to [CENSORED] and [CENSORED] all day and all night, and then [CENSORED] while you [STILL CENSORED] and I [DEFINITELY CENSORED]. And then I’ll [WOW THAT’S MOST CERTAINLY CENSORED] with a [OH SWEET APPLE PIE THAT’S CENSORED] while I [GOOD GOOGLY-MOOGLY I’M NOT GETTING PAID ENOUGH FOR CENSORING] and [OKAY THIS IS JUST WRONG I’M OUTTA HERE] like a Portuguese man-o-war.” She ran a finger across the top of his ear. “Sound fun?”