The moon shown silver on the waters of the lake and the waves that were beating on the shore were hardly equal in intensity to the waves of passion nearby.
One ardent couple paused long enough for the young man to whisper, “Darling am I the first man to make love to you?”
Her tone, upon answering, was slightly more than irritable.
“Of course you are!” she said, “and the best, too. I don’t know why you men always ask the same old ridiculous questions.”