Mr Horny and the Manipulator.

"Wanna go to the beach?" she said.

"No." I said.

"Why not?" she said.

"Don't want to." I said.

She gets up from our blanket in the sun on the grass and walks, sashays away from me towards the porch, hips swaying and that great ass. The first time I laid eyes on her she was walking away from me. Just like she's doing right now...

...with that great ass perched on long creamy legs that go on and on and on. From the rear end she looks like an athlete, a goddess, an athletic goddess in pretty little sandals with pretty little bows. I go behind her into the living room. Slide up beside her on the sofa.

"Wanna make love?" I said.

"No." she said.

"Why not?" I said.

"Don't want to." she said.

She turns away from me, crosses those legs and I follow the curve of her hips up her back to where the strap of her bathing suit has slipped accidentally, perhaps deliberately from her shoulder. Her slender neck and lips. Man, those lips!

Parting them, she looks right at me and light from outside or inside dances in her eyes, glistens on those wet lips as my heart and loins explode.

"Wanna go to the beach?" she said.

"Okay." I said.