You seem to have found a stored pocket of energy.I am reborn! Cackling, she whirled around, pushed off with her toes and leaped on him. Let's have monkey sex, she said as she wrapped her legs around Roarke's waist.Well, if you insist. It so happens I have a pint of very nice chocolate sauce in the parlor.You're kidding.One never kids about monkey sex with chocolate sauce.
In this playful exchange from "Portrait in Death" by J.D. Robb, the characters are engaged in a lighthearted and flirtatious moment. One character feels invigorated, proclaiming her newfound energy and happiness. With enthusiasm, she playfully suggests they engage in a whimsical act she refers to as "monkey sex," showcasing a humorous and spontaneous side to their relationship.
The male character responds with equal playfulness, humorously offering chocolate sauce for their encounter....
