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Lovemaking with Nuala Anne was always a joy, sometimes just a simple, satisfying joy, but on other occasions an explosive burst into another world where we floated together on the sea of eternity. A wild, fantastical spirit, she would sometimes even drag me along on our trip, even if it seemed, faint heart that I was, hesitant. We were dancing in the courtyard of God.
Then we would float back to earth again, more confident of ourselves and our family and our life. Joy superabundant.
“That was nice, Dermot love,” she said, patting my chest. “You’re improving.”