Mimi rolls her eyes. "You're kidding."
"Serious as a heart attack," Stanley grins. "They could've written that song about you."
"This is your idea of a joke." They're cuddling in Stanley's bed. Mimi traces the bronzed vee that defines where his shirt collar falls. Eight months ago, she was seeing a lawyer with his own personal tanning bed. Now...it's crazy, but she's happy here.
"I'll prove it," her lover protests, getting up over her protests to find the CD. Mimi has an attack of giggles as she reads the lyrics of She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy.
