? the frenulum, you know... ? But then his sperm squirts out over my face instead of into my mouth.”“So ... is that better?” I ask.“Well, it�...s better because then I don’t get sperm in my mouth,” Lisa says. “But it’s not so good because then I get sperm all over my face ... But then I guess you’re telling me to rub it into my skin.”“Yeah ... Or let him lick it off your face?”“Yes... ? I don’t think he has ever tried that before ... I actually don’t know how he likes tasting his own sperm.“You. He could have kicked himself for not tossing a small rock up there to make them fly, instead of scaring them.“What do you see?” Lois asked.“Nothing so far. I’m hoping whatever it was doesn’t have enough intelligence to come see what scared the crows off.”“Surely not. Can you see a way for us to get back up there?”“I think I can make it up the slope, the only bad part is where the ledge swells out and the drool from the animal still has it slickened.”“Can I help you up past it or do you want to. Her father clearly saw her stellar future and certain of my eventual bankruptcy and failure, impressed upon her the importance of a prenuptial agreement. He also gave us a hefty wedding present of 20% down payment on the house of our choice. Make that her choice. What the agreement said was basically what she owned and/or earned were hers personally. If we divorced for any reason, no alimony or child support and we kept what we had earned for ourselves. So the wedding gift was really to her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring at her when she turned around. I watched as she picked up the little cardboard tray with its four take-away cups held in place – always four cups –.