Page 52 of Tito

“No.”

Her hands shot to her hips. “You’re just an idiot?”

“I like to think not.”

“That movement gave minorities their much overdue rights,” she fumed. “The handicapped, gays, women—they were all given a voice, recognition, and rights.” She began pacing the floor. “The sexual revolution began, which, by the way, made casual sex an acceptable practice. Birth control became mainstream, and people—for the first time—admitted that fucking was a great recreational activity. One that no longer had to include marriage.” She paused and glared at me. “Bullshit? Censorship was challenged, and subsequently lifted from movies, television, and radio. Everything changed. You can go watch movies like Pulp Fiction and ThePurge because those people stood up instead of standing down. Bullshit? Tell that to those who died at Kent State. Bullshit? Tell that to Martin Luther—”

“I was kidding,” I said, interrupting her midway through her tirade.

Still glaring, she huffed to catch her breath.

She was intelligent and intellectual. She was exactly what I needed, wanted, and had spent a lifetime hoping to find.

All that was left was to see if we were sexually compatible.

I stood.

She gave me a quick once-over. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Well, originally I was thinking of bending you over that green couch, but you lit it on fire.” I nodded to the left. “How’s the bedroom sound?”

Her face contorted with confusion. “Just like that? You want to fuck?”

“I sure do.”

She kicked off her shoes and took a few long strides in that direction. I stood firm, admiring her ass as she untucked her shirt.

Mid-stride, she paused. She glanced over her shoulder. “Are we doing this, or not?”

I fought to hide my excitement.

We sure are.