My father told me never to take advantage of a woman who was the worse for drink," he said. He had stopped squirming, but now started again, slower, as though he couldn't help himself. "I'm not worse, I'm better," I assured him. "Besides-" I executed a slow, sinuous squirm of my own. "I thought he said you weren't drunk if you could find your arse with both hands." He eyed me appraisingly. "I hate to tell ye, Sassenach, but it's not your arse ye've got hold of-it's mine." "That's all right," I assured him. "We're married. Share and share alike. One flesh; the priest said so.
( Diana Gabaldon )
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