Luke
“If I’m carrying you and you have the trunk, will that make it heavier for me?” I asked Ophelia as I was loading up a duffel bag of clothes to make it heavy.
“As long as I’m touching it it’s weightless,” she said.
“Is this heavy enough?” I asked and lifted it up. “How much do you weigh?”
“Luke!” Jasmine gasped. “You never ask a lady her weight.”
“Oh, uh, sorry,” I said. “Let’s try this.”
I picked up the duffle bag that had some weight to it then walked over to Ophelia. She smiled at me before I picked her up by the waist and lifted her into the air. She squealed and giggled.
“Put me down!” She laughed.
“A few more pieces of clothing,” I said as I gauged her weight. “But not much.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She asked.
“It’s all good,” I said holding her agains
