"Speak for yourself," Kathy told him. "This will be just enough to keep me going. I fully intend to have to stagger away instead."

Because why go out on the town for drinks with a bestie if you weren't going to give it your all!

"Yeah," she admitted. "I have trouble enough with saying--things--during. Like, unless I'm so into it that I'm not even thinking about being self-conscious. So trying to have a talk with all my clothes on without blushing myself into a faint is hard. But I feel like I should be able to, you know? Sex is--" She stopped, looked around, and lowered her voice. "Sex is just sex, you know? Or should be."