"He did! That sounded like a doozy of a phone conversation, though. What's wrong?"
"You don't want to know," she said.
"All right," Art said, sitting down opposite her, knee-to-knee, bending forward to plant a kiss on the top of her exposed thigh. "I don't."
"Good."
He continued to kiss his way up her thigh. "Only…"
"Yes?"
"I think I probably do. Curiosity is one of my worst failings of character."
"Really?"
"Quite so," he said. He'd slid her sundress right up to the waistband of her cotton drawers, and now he worried one of the pubic hairs that poked out from the elastic with his teeth.
She shrieked and pushed him away. "Someone will see!" she said. "This is a border crossing, not a bordello!"