“Why is there a typewriter?”
“What?”
“In that picture over the bed. Why is there a typewriter?”
‘You stopped licking me to ask that?”
“I just wondered.”
“The guy’s a writer.”
“He writes in a field?”
“Apparently.”
“And lugs a typewriter all the way out there? With the books and . . . is that a camera?”
“Maybe the woman carries it. Maybe she’s a photographer.”
“OK, she’s taking pictures of the flowers, and he’s writing about flowers, I guess, and they say, ‘Hey, we both like flowers, let’s bone.”
“Maybe he even licked her pussy.”
“OK, OK, hint taken.”
