“Will you be my last woman?” I peered into her eyes and poked between her legs. “I will,” she kissed me and thrust her pelvis upward. And the bargain was struck.

Addendum (May 8, 2003)

Our lovemaking is simply amazing. And ever more so. Whenever we meet, we spend most of our time making love. The rest of the time, we unabashedly enjoy ourselves in other ways. Every time we meet, we invent a new way of making love. By now, she can reach an orgasm in a myriad of surprising ways. The other ways of enjoying ourselves are multiplying, too. Champagne is always within reach, and so are fine cigars, as well as delicious tidbits to sample. Our hearts and minds work together. We surprise ourselves ever anew. Bit by bit, each of us is becoming irreplaceable to the other. After nearly five years together, making love to someone else has become unimaginable, even ridiculous. The bargain we have struck thus makes perfect sense, not just on account of our love. Indeed, our hearts and minds work together. And ever more so.