“Ho, ho, tell me another one. How many times did we play house in the past four days? At least two of the four.”
“We might make #3 this evening. And the other six positions I plan to try.”
“Harry,” she ducked her head and spoke softly, “what about your Dirty Dozen?”
It was his turn to duck his head. “Remember you suggested a mass-mailing? I guess a marriage announcement will suffice.”
She hugged him close, knowing his difficulty to commit to the change in his lifestyle. “You’re such a wonderful man, deep down. Do you anticipate a long engagement?”
He pulled back and peered suspiciously at her. “No … why?”
“Well, I thought that as long as we’re this close and I’m still officially chaste, maybe we should save it for our wedding night. Wouldn’t that be special?”
“You’re kidding me, right? I’m giving up twelve experienced women for a virgin, and you want to save it for our wedding night?”
“Just a thought…”
“It’s a dumb thought.” He stared at the fire for a bit. “How many days would I have to be celibate before we can marry?”
“Oh, the Avery clan is notorious for throwing a wedding together in no time. Six months, seven, maybe … Oh, but then it would be football season again. How about this time next year?”
He leaned his head against hers and sobbed. “I’m gonna call that Bunny back here, and entice Cupid to visit, too, and then I’m gonna wring both their necks. They did this to me and I’ll make them pay for it.”
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you, too, dear. But if you think I won’t kill them anyway, you’re wrong.”
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