Clasping my hands in her hands, she pulled me toward her: “Are you strong?” We were standing naked in front of the bathroom, where she had just washed herself. “Well,” I hesitated, “I am a mountain climber.” She chuckled: “How do you stay fit?” “I walk,” I hesitated again, “I walk in a particular kind of way.” “Clinching your bum?” she laughed. “Exactly!” I laughed with her and pulled her closer to me.