Stephen and Maggie lay in a tangle of damp sheets, sublimely sated.

“My God,” Stephen murmured.

“Speaking,” Maggie giggled breathlessly.

“My Goddess… how could I ever want another woman?”

“I presume that was a rhetorical question, silly man.” She smiled dreamily.

He stroked her cheek and gazed into her eyes, noses touching. “Mags, right now, you are all women, so glorious and complete, I can’t imagine anybody else even exists.”

“Darling, that’s all I could ask for… thank you for saying it. Yet,” she mused, “I suppose this moment will pass…”

“Let’s not go there yet. I want to savor.”

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