XXII "Suite 1"
"Two hundred and thirty-three."
"You're kidding. I lost count ten minutes ago."
"These things weigh half a pound. How can anyone manage to put so many bobby pins into one hairdo?"
"Don't ask me. I don't think I could have managed. And it's probably why my neck is so sore. How many ribbons?"
From where they sat on the bed in the honeymoon suite, Roy glanced over at the pile of non-hair head decorations. "eight."
"Oy."
He squeezed her shoulders. It had been a five-hour drive, and it was now about two in the morning. "You too tired, or are you up for a little number hundred and fifty-seven?"
"Oh, I can't believe you're still keeping track of that?"
"No. But it sounds better than 'let's get it on.'"
"Touché."
He pulled out his mental scorecard and tabulated: Riza, five hundred thousand and some odd; Roy, one hundred and sixty-two.
Just a quick note before any poor kiddies hit that little innocent 'next chapter' bar: Chapter 23 rated R, for the lemon and a few cleverly-utilized dirty words. If you don't know what a lemon is, don't read it. I don't want to be responsible for corrupting you. Notice I did not say it was NC-17—please don't get me kicked off FFnet. This is just a fair warning, so I don't offend anyone.