As he attended to her he said, thoughtfully, “I guess we should work out a signal of some kind, so I can tell if you really do want to stop. You know, because it’s fun when you pretend you want me to stop, but I want to make sure I can tell the difference.”
She understood immediately. “We need a special word or something. But an ordinary word, not a, you know, sexy word. So unless I suddenly say…ice cream…or pencil, or something, you’ll know it’s okay, even if I’m crying, or telling you to stop.”
She felt his hands stop their ministrations.
After a moment he replied, “All right…but are you sure it’s okay? When you started crying today I thought I’d–”
She looked back over her shoulder at him as he knelt there. He met her
