So...????...imagine if you will, that nirvana that would occur, with her ankles glued together around the small of your back, and her teeth in absolute frenzy, cutting a channel in your shoulder.... that a long plaintive sob from her throat lets you know that, yes, a perfect synchronicity existed, even if only for a few brief seconds.
In all of the time between this, and the next, would such a small thing as irritation really matter?
Hey, she's probably a lousy cook.
But then she ticked me off.