She shook with silent laughter. "Sorry," she whispered after a while. "Actually... not sorry, it's only fair you suffer as well."
"Why?"
"Because," she said, "Because it's good for you. Good for your soul, or some such shit."
"Having you here is good for my soul."
"Flatterer," she whispered into my chest. "But thank you. Joey?"
"Yeah?"
"You can... sort yourself out if you want to. Fair's fair. I'll hold you if you like..."
"Later," I murmured.
"Spoilsport..."
"Now who's the pervert."
"Can't blame a starving girl."
"Suppose not."
"So... did you enjoy that? It wasn't weird or anything, was it?" she asked, after a while.
"It's going to be a firm favourite in my mental masturbatory library for the rest of my life."
"You liked it that much?" she laughed.
"Anna... it was all I cou
