She tapped her empty glass with her index finger: “How about another beer?” “It’s too late,” I said. “Time to pee and hit the sack.” She grabbed the glass, leaned back, opened her bathrobe, and applied the glass to her crotch: “How about right here?” “C’mon,” I protested. She stood up, untied her bathrobe, spread her legs, and put her glass between them some way from the crotch. A moment later it started gurgling. When the glass was almost full, she raised it high. “Your beer looks like wine,” I chuckled, “except for the foam.” A faint smell of pee wafted my way as she walked toward the bathroom, her glass still raised high. I was really proud of her. There was much love in our lovemaking this morning.