"Why won't you make love to me?" asked Louis.
"It doesn't matter, remember what I told you. 'Making love,' as you put it, is just rubbing parts together."
"Yeah, but the hole, H-O-L-E, is greater than the sum of the parts."
With that Louis made a hole out of his thumb and index finger and vigorously 'made love' to it with his other index finger. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth and he furrowed his brow.
"How clever!" exclaimed Leslie as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Let's make love," suggested Louis.
"It won't matter," said Leslie. "'Making love,' as you put it, is just rubbing parts together."
"Yeah, but the hole, H-O-L-E, is greater than the sum of the parts."
With that Louis made a hole out of his thumb and index finger and vigorously made love to it with his other index finger. His tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth and he furrowed his brow.
"There is little hope of ever making filthy each clean new Now," Leslie said mournfully, unbuttoning her blouse.