Having pulled out of her, I gave her a big hug. “I love you,” I whispered into her ear and she responded in kind. “By the way,” I asked her playfully, “can you tell how many times you came this morning?” “I’ve no idea,” she answered hastily, “but make sure not to write about it!” I chuckled. “Besides,” she added and looked into my eyes, “who cares about the past?” I chuckled again. She continued in a professorial tone: “Think about the future!” That is what I keep telling her whenever she laments some mishap. “You got me,” I laughed and she joined me. There was much kissing before we got out of bed. The pain of her departure later in the day was gripping us already.