“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.”