What I hope for is a girl* (woman, actually, let’s not be demeaning) who knows what she’s doing, what she likes, and what she wants. A woman who can bring something to the table. Or the floor. Or the shower. Or the rooftop. Or even the bed. What the hell.
* I assume this Jane person is not one of these modern “virgins” who are master blowjay artists and love it when you “come in the back hatch”.
At an old job, I worked peripherally with an amazingly sexy woman named Nancy, whose friend Sue was my coworker. Nancy was unapologetic about being what some would call promiscuous.
One day she came to work limping. I asked her what happened and she said she broke a toe by stubbing it on the leg of her bed.
I put on my most innocent face, blinked, and said, “That’s weird. Sue said you know your way around a bed.”
Nancy was not pleased. She narrowed her eyes at me, turned, and limped haughtily out of the room.
Seven Years in Tibet?
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
One Hundred Years of Solitude
(I’m going with a novel, so sue me.)
Tango and Cash
I believe his right knee is up.
Right knee, at a slightly diagonal angle so foreshortened a bit.
That’s exactly what I thought it was, too. :)
I love smart, inquisitive women who aren’t afraid to look back and ask, “What are you doing?”
In a statement in previous court hearings, the woman’s sexual partner said they were ”going hard” when a light fitting was pulled from the wall and fell on her. She suffered wounds to her nose and mouth, as well as psychological injuries, and has faced a lengthy legal battle to receive a payout. Her claim was initially accepted by Comcare, but was revoked in 2010 and reviewed by the Administrative Appeals Tribunal, which found sexual activity was ”not an ordinary incident of an overnight stay like showering, sleeping, eating”.