"I'm glad you say that. I want to please you, Tony. Keep you happy."

"You do. All the way." He smoked slowly, looking at the ceiling.

"I'm glad. I want to please you all the time."

"You do. Sometimes I just think about you – just for a few seconds and I get all turned on."

"You do? Really?" She propped herself on her elbow, looking at him eagerly. "You just think about me and you get turned on?"

"Sure." He smiled, one hand dropping casually on her boob. "You're great in bed, Linda. You really are. I just have to think about you for a second and I want you."

"Oh, wow! That's great!" She hugged him. His ashes spilled onto the sheet.

"Hey, take it easy." He brushed them to the floor. "Don't want to get us burned up."

"I'm sorry." She helped out with the tidying up, her breasts swaying low, brushing his belly as she leaned across him. "I was just so excited by what you said. I didn't know you did that. Thought about me that way."

"Oh, sure. I do it a lot."

"I just never knew." Linda lay back beside him. "I know guys think about girls a lot."

"Sure do I," he said, grinning.

"But you think about me. ME." She kissed his face from chin to hairline. "That's great. I love you, Tony. Oh, yes. Love, love, love, love, love."

"Easy, easy," he said smiling, one hand trying to protect his cigarette.

"How often do you think about me?"

"Well, I don't know, really. I don't keep count or anything."

"Well, about."

"Every day, for sure."

"Oh, wow!"

"Two, three times, some days."

"Do you mean that? Really?" She looked closely at him.

"Sure thing. I love you, remember. I think about you a lot. All the time, almost."

"Oh, Tony!" She hugged him. He got his cigarette out of the way just in time.