“Really?” She asks in surprise. “Never?” Maybe the women he’s been with in the past haven’t been so bold as to ask for it.

“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” Midge continues, “especially if I leave you tongue tied.”

And who knows? Maybe she’ll find that she enjoys a bit of wrestling in bed.

She kisses him again, a deep, long kiss that lets her taste the whiskey on his mouth. Then, she slips her hand in his and tugs him towards the bed.