I ask hopefully, “Can we go again?”  Tina glances at the clock.
“Sure, if you can go again, then we still have time.”
Tina removes her towel and wipes between her legs.  While I put on a condom, she looks curiously at me.
“How many times can you come?”
I give an engineer’s reflex response, “That depends.”  Tina narrows her eyes and bears in on me.  She interrogates me in a slow accusing tone.
“You use a boner-med, don’t you?”
I don’t answer.  Tina’s eyes get big and she convicts me.
“You do!  You do.  I know you do.”
I don’t answer; I am silent.
“I know that you must be using something.”
Tina smiles at her accomplishment, but then notices my discomfort.  She tries to console me.
“Many of the guys I know that are my age say they use boner-meds, and they will openly admit to using them.  They have no problem with that.  However, they won’t talk about it in any detail at all.”
“Let me tell you about a conversation I had recently with some guys I work with.  An older, rather conservative guy says, ‘The boner-pills are great for us guys, but what we need now is something that you can give to the girls to get them to want to have sex.’”
“I promptly answer him, ‘But there already is something that you can give to a finely formed female to make her want to have hot sex with you.’”
“The old guy says with amazement, ‘There is?’”
“I assure him, ‘Yes, sure there is.  They’re called Ben Franklins.  You get them at the bank and they work like magic.’”  Tina laughs uncontrollably, tries to stop, but looks at me, and then bursts out in another fit of laughter