- s*x? - Andrew asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
- That's right. - Cathy nodded, naturally. - And I don't give a s**t that you're sober, I want to know what you like.
- What I like?
- Yes.
- Let’s pick up our tab. I'll show you when we get to my house.
- No, I'm drunk as hell. Cumming twice will make me sleepy, three times I'll nap, four times I'll pass out. And I know you do it easily. So you have to tell me.
- You already know what I like.
- No, there's more. - Cathy said, looking at him suspiciously. - All that talk about being a little “controlling” doesn't even scratch the surface.
- Why would you assume that?
- Those women who approached us to talk about their painting made me think about art. More specifically about your art.
- My art? What about it?
- She's all s*x-ce
