Althea made gagging noises, though the effect was somewhat ruined by her bouts of giggling. "Meat Loaf? Seriously?”

"Oh, come on. "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" is a classic."

“Classic what?"

Jeremy floundered for a moment.

“I don't know. Just...classic, you know?"

“No, I don't. Not really." She gazed down at his face, and her heart melted. Stress and anxiety had been replaced by love and desire. She cupped his hand in her cheek.

“Did you know,“ she said, her voice going low and husky, “that you were the first person I had Rachel seduce after I took up residence in her mind?"

“Well, I had kind of figured that out," he said.

“But I wasn't sure whether I should mention it. Some people might consider it rude."

“Hmm." She bent lower, until the tips of her breasts, hanging free inside her thin blouse, just touched his chest. She made a low, murmuring sound inside her throat.

“Of course, it wasn't as if I was in control at the time. All I could do was hint, and suggest, and try to persuade. But the experience, even filtered through her body, was very rewarding.

“Are you ready for me, dear boy?"

His eyes, staring back up at her, were wide and dilated, and she could feel his cock surge erect within the confines of the loose pair of shorts he was wearing. She let her weight settle down until her groin was rubbing his erect phallus.

“I don't think any man will ever truly be ready for you, Althea. But if you want me, I'm here."

“Thank you," she whispered. With a quick movement, she rolled over, so that she was on the bottom, her back pressed down against the fertile soil of the garden. With one hand she pulled the hem of her blouse up over her chest, exposing her breasts. With the other, she unsnapped the button of her jeans, and she fought to lower the waistband down below her knees, driven by the inevitable tidal surge of lust.

Jeremy hovered above her, braced on his elbows. His hands, grimy with the earth, reached out to cup her breasts, then retreated.

“Are you kidding me?" she huffed.

“I lived in a world without antibiotics for thousands of years, Jeremy. Do you think a little dirt is going to bother me?"

“It just seems wrong," he replied. In response to her not-so-subtle hints, he cupped her breasts, then bent to lick her engorged nipples.

“You're so beautiful. To get you dirty...it‘'s not right."

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment,“ she replied, arching her back into his hot, loving mouth. "But I sometimes went weeks between baths back in the old days." She wrinkled her nose. "Hell, the way I smelled would knock over an ox at fifty yards. So don't think I'm like some girl you'd meet on a Friday night up by the Viagra Triangle, scared to death she might chip a nail. Yes, that's it," she urged, as he suckled her nipple, then moved higher, to her mouth. She moaned as they kissed, and she increased her efforts to Lower her jeans. Finally, in response to her urgent shoves, they cleared her hips and went past her thighs and knees, only to be bound up around her shins.

“Do you want me to help?" he asked, one eyebrow rising.

"No." Instead, she raised both Legs, then slipped them, jeans and all, around his head. With an ungentle shove, they cleared his shoulders, her ankles resting on his back. Jeremy suddenly found his head at a level with the moist folds of her pussy.

“Well now," she teased.

“Do you think you can find something to do while you're down there?"