Mush.

Neither she nor I were very happy about the delay in our plans to see each other. It cast a pallor over the entire day. We got on the phone later on and spent two hours talking. Sometimes we were laughing our guts out. At other times we were commiserating over problems... hers, mine or the ones we share. As the time wore on we ended up talking about our fantasies and, eventually, the plans we had for future lovemaking... the where and when and how. As always, we sunk into our quiet, warm verbal cocoon of affection; confessions of love and adoration... testimonies of warmth and fondness... promises of commitment and devotion. We ended our conversation because she had a headache that started to overtake her and because she was tired. We whispered our tender goodbyes and hung up the phone.

An hour later my phone rang and I picked it up. I knew it was her; she's the only one who calls me at that hour. She meekly confessed that she just wanted to hear my voice again. I spent a few minutes telling her how much I love her. We continued to talk until she was too tired to form words. We shared a few last devotions and hung up the phone.