Nice furniture. A backyard. [He rubs his nose against hers; eskimo kisses.] We could have a dog running around in it, always having to be chased out of the garden.

[He loves holding her; having her close like this. It's like the satisfaction of putting together two puzzle pieces, of seeing the picture formed look just right. He feels stronger for it.

Lovingly, hands still on her hips and without thought, he massages her sides with the pads of his thumbs.]