A certain fantasy has been replaying in my mind all day.
Yes, you are in it...but damned if I know what you really look like.
It involves a bottle of Blue Nun, a pack of Pall Malls,  and rubber sheets, in a hotel room with a sign outside that reads "We Welcome Truckers". As we are lying next to each other on the bed, I whisper gently into your ear, "I have a full bladder, are you ready?"

How I appreciate Sutquig's love of watersports.