He pictured them from above. "Ummm," he said, "spy satellites . . ."
"It's your ass going to be saved for intelligence," Suzanne said.
Oliver raised himself from her. "Enough to make a man put his pants on."
"I've got a shower big enough for two," she said.
Minutes later, they were trading places under a stream of hot water, soaping each other and rinsing off bits of grass and dirt. "Great breasts," Oliver said, rubbing each one respectfully.
"The Lord was in a good mood," she said, pushing against him.
"Oh, oh," Oliver remembered. "What about babies?"
"I'm on the pill," she said. "Have been ever since Donny."
"Donny?"
"He's the one I ran away with."