Norman stepped softly out into the incredible sunshine, and admired Ethan's mouth. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a gentle sight."

Ethan climbed off the bed and walked gently across the grass to greet his lover. Norman patted Ethan on the arm and then tried to caress him appreciatively, but without success.

"That's all right," Ethan said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not passionate," Norman said. "Not as passionate as that time we caressed on the bed."

Ethan nodded gently. "We were warm back in those days."

"Our mouths were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Norman said. "Everything seems beautiful and shimmering when you're young."

"Of course," Ethan said. "But now we're firm, we can still have fun. If we go about it tenderly."

"Tenderly?" Norman said. "But how?"

"With this," Ethan said and held out a soft Triptocaine. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to caress."

Norman swallowed the Triptocaine at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to caress tenderly. They caressed like a butterfly freed from its cocoon. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.