Waking up from what must have been my best night of sleep ever, I felt very refreshed and ready for the day. I probably slept for twelve hours, I'm not sure, but Harry wore me out something fierce.

When my eyes opened, Harry was right there, staring directly at me. "Wh- What are you doing?"

"You have the prettiest face I've ever seen, and waking up and just seeing it there next to me makes this all worth it."

I stared at him briefly before crawling out of the bed. Stretching myself, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Harry was watching me move intently. He was far too attracted to my physically, and that was something I'm not too used to. He was kind of creepy, in a disturbingly cute way. But mostly just creepy.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"I slept well, but I'm still slightly sore," I answered truthfully.

"Okay. I was planning on taking you shopping, but we'll take it easy today. You hungry?"

"Starving."

"I'll make us some breakfast."

"You can cook?" I ask in wonder. I can't, so that is impressive. "No house elves?"

"Everything worth doing is worth ourselves," he told me. "Plus, house elves are Illegal in Italy."

I followed him into a large kitchen, filing that bit of information in the back of my head. The kitchen was full of polished metal and muggle devices, and I took a seat at the counter separating the kitchen from the large dining room. I didn't know what exactly I should do, so I just waited patiently and stayed out of his way.

He started up a meal in no time. The smell of bacon and pancakes and bananas and a dozen other foods permeated through the room, and it smelled so damn good.

Quicker than I would have thought possible, a massive amount of food appeared in front of me. Harry got out plates and cups and the rest of the utensils, took a seat, and dug in right away.

He poured out orange juice for both of us, and while that tasted good, the food he made was amazing. Everything was perfect, and I ate way more than I should have. I have good metabolism, but a few more meals like that and it would start to show.

"That was really good," I told him as I wiped my mouth with a napkin. I managed to not burp out loud, but my struggle with that was clearly amusing to Harry. "So what are we doing today? I'm sure you have some master plan."

"Do you have a swimsuit?" Harry asked me.

"I do."

"I didn't want to get your size wrong, so I didn't get you many clothes in advance," he explained to me. "It's a nice day out, so I thought we could spend our time together outside, maybe learn a bit about each other."

We spent the next hour preparing for wherever he was taking me. We both wore swimsuits; mine a black, somewhat conservative, bikini, his, swim trunks. There was no string thong because I like to be comfortable and feel secure. But still, it was a bikini and I felt like I was on display. Harry's roving eyes did not disprove that thought.

I followed Harry out of the villa, getting my first view of the sea. The water was beautiful, and the beach, amazing. There was wooden pier heading out into the water, and at the end of the pier was a magnificent boat. Boat was a pretty vague word, but this vessel was probably around sixty or seventy feet, and looked designed for comfort.

And Harry headed straight for the boat, walking past a dockside storage building, so I followed him aboard. I noticed a name painted on the side - Veneficus. It wasn't a very subtle name.

"I've never been on a boat before," I told Harry.

"It'll be fun. The sea is calm today, it's warm out, and I have a beautiful girl to share this with."

I rolled my eyes at him as he began to show me around the boat. It was elegant and luxurious on the inside, but not over-the-top. It wasn't to show off Harry's wealth; it was clearly to be comfortable by not sparing any expense and to be durable. I don't know the first thing about boats, or how much something like this would cost, but it seemed like a high end product.

The inside was like a miniature house, a home away from home. The main bedroom had a nice sized, comfortable looking bed, but not as extravagant as the villa's. There were several small guestrooms, the loo which Harry called 'the head', a kitchen, lounge, and a few closets, pantries and miscellaneous storage rooms, plus several rooms I didn't even look at. Everything was tied down, or secured in such a way to not fall over in rough water. There was easily enough room to host a dozen of Harry's closest friends in comfort.

The wheelhouse was perhaps the most interesting. There was an assortment of dials, levers, and other instruments that were clearly electronic and muggle in nature, but I had no clue what they were. He told me that the ship was steerable from other places as well.

He lead me back outside, out from the regulated temperature and into the hot sun, and to the top front of the ship. "We're not in England anymore, that's for sure," I remarked.

"It's warm here all year round," Harry replied. "Have a seat; I'm going to take us out to sea."

I sat down towards the front of the ship, taking in the great view of the Mediterranean Sea all around us. Harry untied the boat from the dock, and after pushing a lever forward, the boat lurched into motion.

While the sea looked calm, I only had to travel on the boat for a few seconds to realize that it was anything but. The boat bounced up and down on even the smallest of waves, and I felt the jarring in my body.

The boat moved pretty fast for its large size, faster than I would have thought possible, but muggles can make some pretty ingenious things. It did not take long for the speed to increased enough to where the ship simply plowed through the waves, creating a soothing ride.

Slowly though, we arrived at Harry's destination. Eventually the boat came to a stop with the shoreline just barely visible in the distance.

"Feel free to just relax, lie around and catch some sun. I'm going in to get some things, hopefully you'll have fun."

He handed me a blanket, so I laid it down of the deck before stretching myself out on it. He went out of my line of sight so I'm not sure what he was doing. The sun shining down on me felt quite good, but I almost felt like I was cooking in the sun. I'm a pale white girl, and I stayed inside more often than not. I was going to burn up, but at least I could control it so I burned up evenly.

Laying face down on the deck, I untied my top, exposing myself, but mostly my back. Harry's already seen it all and taken even more, and there was no one else around but him so I felt moderately comfortable. I wasn't really self conscious of myself anyway, I wasn't raised that way. I didn't care what anyone else thought of me, because I believe in myself and that is more important than anything else.

The sun beat down on me for a good thirty minutes before Harry made his presence known. I was in a nearly blissful stage and about to fall asleep, but forced myself to get up and see what he was doing. He had these two poles in his hand with some sort of string flowing through small hoops spaced periodically apart. Floating behind him in the air were a few buckets and a toolbox.

"What's all this?" I ask, gesturing to the gear.

"These are fishing rods," he explained to me. "They're used to catch fish from the water. Here, I'll show you."

Reaching into one of the buckets, he pulled out a disgusting worm and hooked into it with a small metal hook that was connected to the line. He then began explaining what everything was.

"This is the bobber, it floats on the surface and keeps the bait from going to deep. When a fish bites, you will feel it as well as see the bobber move. The weight is to make sure the bait actually sinks to the desired depth. A fish taking the bait feels different than the waves lapping on the line, and when you feel the nibble, you jerk the line to set the hook in the fish. Then you turn the reel like this to bring the fish up to the surface. It's harder than it looks, and timing is everything."

"First though, I think you could use some of this," said Harry. Put the two rods into holders built into the railing, he pulled a bottle of lotion out of his pocket. He squirted a bunch into his hand and began to rub it in my back. "This will prevent the sun from burning you into a crisp. You've spent far too much time inside."

He was very meticulous and careful to not miss a single spot on me. He paid extra attention to my breasts, using both hands to knead each one, and even had his tongue hanging out in a look of intense concentration. "It would be a crime to get sunburn on these."

"Let me get your back," I offered in an attempt to divert his attention. Handing me the bottle, I squirted some on my hand and started rubbing it into his back. He had quite a few scars, but I was too nervous to ask where he got them from.

Harry sighed in contentment as I worked at his strong shoulders, but I wouldn't admit that I enjoyed working it into his hard abs and muscled arms. It was difficult to believe that this was the same Harry Potter than I went to Hogwarts with.

But he was not the kind of guy you would see on the cover of a sleazy romance novel. This was the kind of guy who has been hardened by war, who has seen men die, and probably killed a few himself. He had to do what no one else could in order to survive, and he's probably seen and done things that would break a normal man. But, I would admit that I found scars sexy, and that was something I didn't know about myself until I saw his.

I put the bottle of sun block off to the side when I was done and tied my top back on. With my breasts secured once more, I took hold of a fishing pole and Harry hooked the bait on.

"This is how the reel works," he showed me. He flicked a little lever on the reel and the weight fell, pulling line into the water. He then stopped reversed the lever, stopping the line, and now I could turn the handle to reel the line in. It was a neat little contraption.

The rod vibrated ever so slightly in the water as the waves and current tugged on the line. Harry baited up his own line and cast into the water next to me.

Seconds turned into minutes and I didn't feel any fish tugging at my bait. The lull of the waves gently rocked the boat into a rhythm that was soothing. I watched birds fly over head and the waves move across the surface. It was relaxing, but the slow nature of fishing gave me a slight appreciation of everyone who had to do this for a living in order to feed their family.

It was good time for reflection and introspection. I was curious about what my future held, what our future held.

"So," I say, voicing my intention to talk. "Is this what you have been doing since your victory? There have not been many sightings of you in the four months since your victory, other than the occasional token Ministry event."

Harry continued to look out at the water as he responded. "Ron and Hermione are both in Australia looking for her parents. Hermione memory charmed them so they would have no knowledge of the magical world and would not be a target. Ron went with her because I think they are in love somehow.

"Memory charming her own parents?" I respond with slight incredulity. "I would have never expected that from her."

"She felt it was the best course of action, but I don't think they were in any real danger. She's always been a bit impulsive."

"So without your two best friends, you were left to yourself," I stated. "What happened to Ginny? I thought there was something going on in between you two."

"Ginny's psychotic. She's crazier than Luna," he responded with a sigh. "Loyal? Sure, but I can't imagine myself developing a relationship with her that goes beyond her being Ron's sister. And in the Weasley hierarchy, the Twins are much more fun to be around. Hell, they're brilliant and funny, and the even built a toy for me that I'll show you later."

I mulled those words over for a minute. He didn't have too many friends, although he had more than me. But I'm okay with that. I've always been more interested in myself, and making the best of every situation. Granger and I are alike in that aspect, but I'd say that's where the similarities end. I'm not a bitch, and I'm not a control freak. Well, I don't think I am, at least not an overbearing one.

I liked experiencing new things, and this experience definitely qualified. My life had definitely changed, I never once imagined myself on a boat, trying to catch a fish with a hook instead of using magic.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" I asked, trying to get a feel of his situation. "I understand that without the Dark Lord after you, you can finally have some peace and quiet, but I don't think that's possible to do forever."

"You're right. Money's not a huge issue, but it's not infinite. It has not been all fun and games for me, I can assure that, but I do see myself setting into a job one day just keep myself busy."

"Weren't you planning on becoming an Auror?" I questioned, remembering some of the things I heard in the fifth year. "That's the rumor that I heard anyway."

"I was, but, fighting dark wizards is the smallest fraction of the work an Auror has to do. Paperwork, detective work, stake-outs, infiltration, petty crime, guard duty… it's just extraneous crap I have no interest in doing. I like the action of battle, the strategy, the skill, and the heat of the moment."

"So… what about being a Hitwizard?"

"They're part of the unspeakable and the Department of Mysteries, and they don't just accept anyone. I can't get in on fame alone. I need proper training, otherwise I'd be a liability, and I have been working on it, but I never took the NEWTS. The brutal truth is that killing is what I do best, and I've killed a lot of people. But I'm not a murderer. I'm not a bad man."

"In war, it's either you, or them, and if killing someone ensures your survival, who are we to judge?" I don't know what it's like to kill someone personally, but I know many people who do.

"I know. But you'd be surprised at who I've killed, and which families I ended. Hell, the Malfoy's are only the tip of the iceberg, and I killed the whole lot of them. Not to mention Umbridge, who wasn't really a Death Eater, but she might as well have been with her personality."

I blinked a few times. Umbridge simply disappeared without a trace one day, and no one even so much as suspected Harry, so his confession was quite surprising. "Well, you did the world a favor."

"So what do you want to do? Model, journalist, teacher? Hell if you want to become the Minister, I'll support you."

"To be honest, I would like to become an Unspeakable as well. I eat, sleep, and breathe magic, I live magic. Magic is my hobby and past time. I love magic."

"You have the grades needed?" he asked me.

I nodded my head. "I got a perfect score on my NEWTS, higher than anyone else in the year."

Harry made a face that I took to mean he was impressed. "I would have thought Hermione would have done that, but I guess that it only makes sense since you are pureblood and have grown up with magic your whole life."

"Magic is an art form, and that's something Granger hasn't figured out yet."

"Will you help me pass my NEWTS?" Harry asked, ignoring my jibe against Granger. "I have no problem with you becoming an Unspeakable as well. Hell, if we are both one, then that means we don't have to hide what we are working on from each other."

I was surprised that he would actually allow me to work, but I didn't let it show. "Sure, as long as you put in the effort, I will help with what I can."

"Great. For now though, let's just focus on the day."

Reflecting on the conversation for a bit, I came to a few conclusions. Harry was more than just scarred physically; he's scarred emotionally as well. That doesn't surprise me though; he's taken more shit at Hogwarts than any other person.

Eventually I noticed that my fishing line was jerking in a way that was not natural. Panicking, I yanked the rod up, and then the line started going crazy.

"Shit! I think I got something!"

Figuring I had a fish hooked, I started reeling in. I didn't go as fast as I could, but I kept it at a steady pace.

"Oh hell!"

The rod shook violently as the fish flopped out of the water. It was around two feet long and the rod bent under the weight. I stared at the thing, not exactly sure how to get it into the boat.

But luckily, Harry came over, net in hand, and scooped the fish right into the boat with it. It continued to flop around on the deck until Harry put his foot on it, pulled out the hook, and tossed the fish into an icebox.

"Good job," he congratulated me, holding up his hand. I smacked it in a high-five. "Let's get you baited up again."

Instead of another worm, he hooked a piece of squid on that he chopped up earlier. I cast my line into water once more and settle myself into enjoying life itself. I realized that fishing was more than just waiting to catch a fish, it was the experience.

Harry caught his own fish shortly after mine, but I was happy to note that it was slightly smaller. I couldn't keep the slightly smug look off my face this time, and upon noticing it, he replied with a small grin of his own.

Settling down for the long haul again, I stared out at the horizon where I could just make out the silhouette of another ship. It was at least fifteen miles away, a large enough distance in my mind to not worry about it.

I caught one more fish before Harry called for a lunch break. Unsurprisingly, he cooked the fish we just caught. The back of the boat was more suited for eating, with padded seats all around, plus a grill for convenient cooking so we could enjoy the outside weather instead of being crammed inside.

It was amazing what one could do with a grill, a little magic, and some creativity. A low powered, odd, cutting curse took off the fish heads and tails, and a surprising hex removed the bones. It was odd and surprising to me that he didn't use simple, purpose made cooking spells, instead he used repurposed combat spells, but the effect was the same I suppose.

I've eaten than my fare share of fish and chips, but Harry's was better than most. We even had butterbeer to go with it, and I tell you, it's a great combination. All said and done, the meal was nice, even if it wasn't fancy. I've always thought myself to be a simple person; it doesn't make much to keep me happy and content, just a good book and a comfortable seat.

With a wave of Harry's wand, the remnants of the meal, the empty bottles, foil, and fish remnants vanished without a trace.

Crossing my legs, I stretched back on the seating, my arms resting on the support rail. "Are we just going to fish all day, or do you have something else planned?"

"Is there something specific you want to do? I'll try my best to be accommodating."

"I was just hoping for something a bit more… magical."

"Oh, I think I have just the thing," Harry replied surprising quick. "You don't strike me as a stereotypical girl, and if my hunch is right, you'll enjoy this quite a lot."

I shrugged my shoulders in response. The last time he said I would enjoy something, he ended up destroying my virgin pussy, and that wasn't very enjoyable. Well, at least from my perspective.

Harry disappeared into the bowels of the ship, retrieving who knows what. Briefly taking the time to enjoy the gentle lull of the boat, I contemplated what my future held.

Staring up at the scarce patches of clouds, I felt alone, more alone than I ever felt in my life. I couldn't predict the week ahead of me, and that scared me. I did not like it when my existence was not solely in my hands.

Barely fifteen minutes passed before Harry returned to the deck. Several floating wooden crates made their entrance with Harry following closely behind, holding a strange contraption under his left arm and his wand in his right.

Unfolding the tripod base, Harry used a sticking charm to secure the device to the back deck of the boat. He stacked the crates off to the side, but not before I caught a glimpse of what was inside; stacks upon stacks of orange colored disks. I had no idea what they were so I looked at Harry for an explanation.

"Instead of explaining it, I'll just show you." Harry hooked up the power cord, and set up two pedal triggers, one for the each of us. "Step on the pedal, and it will shoot one of the orange disks into the air. Like this."

Stepping on the pedal, an orange disk shot out of the machine and into the air, arcing slowly back down to earth. But just as the disk hit the apex of its trajectory, a blasting hex escaped from Harry's wand, impacting the disk. The disk exploded in a shower of red and orange sparks, creating a beautiful cacophony of light.

"That was cool," I admitted.

"Fred and George created these disks for me. Fireworks have always been a specialty for them, so they combined them with this device, which muggles use for firearm practice."

"Yeah, I remember their fireworks antics during our fifth year. Nearly gave ole Umbridge a stroke."

"Shame that didn't happen," Harry remarked dryly.

"It would have been cause for celebration for sure," I agreed. "But you got the better of her in the end. Can I try?"

"Go for it."

Putting my foot on the pedal, I drew my wand and thought of a spell to use. Its core consisted of a heart string from a Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, encased in eleven and a quarter inches of Rosewood.

Pressing the pedal, a disk buzzed through the air, its rotation giving itself stability. "Pyretensia," I chanted, drawing forth a large fireball. It hurled through the air, but not being accustomed to aiming at a small moving target, I missed by a large margin.

I quickly sent a second fireball, this time silently, hoping to hit the target before it would hit the water, but again I missed. But barely a second before it would hit, a Cleaving Curse from Harry's wand smashed into it, causing it to burst into a shower sparks.

Pressing down on the pedal again, wanting a second chance and seeking redemption, I took careful aim at the new disk. Twisting my wand in an 'L' shape followed by a generic jab, three balls of yellow light raced out the end of my wand and closed in on the arcing disk.

The three magic spheres, accompanied by a high-pitched whistling sound, crashed into the disk at the exact same time, causing a brief flash of light followed by a nova of orange sparks from the exploding disk.

"Neat," Harry commented before triggering another disk. Holding his arm straight out, as level as a board, Harry cast his spell with no wand movements or words spoken, just point and shoot. A vile-looking jet of blue raced through the air, disintegrating the disk in another shower of sparks, and it kept going straight into the sky, not stopping.

Triggering the next disk as the previous spell slowly dissipated, I used a very similar spell, except mine was a bright red lance that radiated unease and discontent. The disk merely vanished when the spell struck, no sparks or flashy displays, just gone.

"What spell was that?" Harry asked curiously.

"An evaporating hex," I responded, slightly smug.

"Dirty. I wouldn't want to be hit by that."

"It would probably dissolve your flesh, but it would be more painful than actually damaging."

Nodding his head in grim appreciation, Harry launched two disks into the air this time. Two accurate blasting hexes took them out in quick order, and once more, two large blooms of light blossomed above us.

Not wanting to be outdone again, I triggered two disks of my own. My blasting hexes were not as accurate as Harry's, but I did get both disks after quickly chaining five casts. I've always had more finesse with my wand than extreme accuracy, especially in this kind of environment.

Keeping up the fast pace, Harry was swift to launch three disks up into the air, and even swifter to take them out with three silent and invisible spells. I only recognized the spells due to the wand movement; they were simple banishing spells.

I gave no outward sign of being impressed, because I wasn't, so I opted for three disks myself. One after one they launched, only feet apart. Last time it took multiple spells to hit the disks, so I thought of a quick, simple plan.

Swishing my wand out wide, I whipped it quickly in a ninety degree jab, incanting under my breath as I did so. The more alacrity I showed with the spell, the more potent it would be.

Pure energy arced from my wand, in the form of lighting, causing all of our hair to stand on end. It zapped the rightmost disk, flaring with white light, before chaining across the other disks. The last two disks disintegrated without leaving a report, but the display from the lightning was more than adequate.

Satisfied with the flawless execution of the powerful spell, I gave Harry a look that implied 'top that if you can.'

Harry merely raised an eyebrow in question, as if asking if I was serious. He continued on by releasing not three, but five disks. They zipped through the air, however as they did so, a black snake of magic crawled through the sky, coming from Harry's wand.

I didn't hear an incantation or recognize the wand movement, but the effect would be hard to ignore. The black, magical snake latched onto each disk, but instead of blowing them up right there, the magic tethered them together, and almost faster than I could blink, imploded upon itself, causing all five disks to collide together and form one massive shower of sparks that covered half the sky in opalescent light.

"Beautiful," I murmured. I don't think it's possible for anyone to not like fireworks. Well, except for Umbridge perhaps.

It was starting to get dark out, nearly twilight, and it was getting harder and harder to see the orange disks against the sun's dying glow.

Still, I got the last shot in when a single, careful, concussive hex exploded in the middle of nine disks, taking them all out at once and filling the entire sky with multicolored fire.

Harry had called it a quits before we accidently destroyed something with our steadily increasing powerful magic. It was great fun though, perhaps the most fun with magic I've ever had.

After putting away the disk launcher in storage, Harry came back up to the deck and asked, "Would you like to learn how to steer?"

"Alright," I replied with minimal deliberation. "I don't have much experience with muggle contraptions though."

"It's easy. Come." Harry jumped up the stairs and into the main captain's bridge. I followed him up and was surprised once again at how many electronics the room had. The only thing I could definitely identify was the compass.

"Here," he pulled me over to a console showing what looked like a map of the waters. He merely pushed a few buttons and nothing else. "That's it."

"That's all?" I asked. He didn't even touch the ship's wheel.

"Autopilot," he explained. "It'll do the steering for us and guide the boat straight back home."

"Oh…"

"That leaves us some time."

"For?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, rather than telling you, how about I show you? You'll enjoy it."

My posture must have betrayed my suspicion, as he said a line very similar to that before, but he ignored it and merely tugged on my hand and guided me to sit down on the comfortable captain's chair. I complied, having a very good (or bad) feeling about where this was going. His boat steering lesson was obviously a plot

Harry didn't waste any preamble. He reclined the chair slightly and tugged on my pants until they were lost somewhere in the back of the cabin.

Stroking my smooth inner thigh, Harry's fingers sent shivers up my spine. Quickly disposing of my panties in two seconds flat after that, he spread my legs wide, giving himself a great view of my snatch.

It was obvious that Harry had a goal, and he wasted no time burying his face between my legs. His breath felt warm against my skin, and his tongue, wet. His tongue wasn't very long, but its sudden intrusion in my body was hard to miss.

Harry lapped at my folds and sucked on my clit, eating me as if I were a dessert. I could feel how wet I was, his saliva mixing with my own brand and coating my inner legs.

His nose continued to tickle my nub as he put on his best dog impression, licking inside and around me like it was the greatest thing in the world.

My breath hitching almost imperceptibly at the increasing pleasure, and grabbing hold of the armrests, I arched my back ever so slightly. Harry responded right away by increasing his ministrations.

Feverously he ate me out, hitting all the pleasure points with surprising accuracy. I didn't even take the time to think of whom he had perfected his technique on, instead thanking the stars that he was so skilled.

I was starting to reach a new high when I no longer felt his head in between my legs. Just as I opened my eyes to look at what he was doing, I felt a finger probe inside of me.

Looking down, I see his middle finger buried to the third knuckle inside me. With an ease I was starting to become all too familiar with, Harry started working me from the inside, deeper than what his tongue could reach.

I gasped as he hit the sweet spot, and it was real obvious he found it too. My whole body shook as his finger rubbed deep inside me and I contracted on his finger more than once.

Knowing Harry had found his greatest success thus far, he added in addition stimulation in the form of his thumb and index finger, the former rubbing deep into my clit.

Using his whole arm to great effect and nearly lifting me off the chair, Harry increased his pace faster and faster, and the internal pleasure inside me kept skyrocketing, like a dam ready to burst. He continued on with his tempo, showing no signs of slacking, only a fierce and relentless determination.

I could no longer control my breathing, and my breath came in ragged gulps of air. I hated to not be in control, but it just felt so damn good!

Eternity seemed to stretch out before me as I climaxed on his hand, harder than I ever had. "Ohhh!" I gasped, unable to form any proper words. "Oh!"

"Ah, ah, ah," I panted as he slowly stopped, withdrawing his fingers from inside of me. They glistened in the overhead light, and I could see the wetness extending onto his chest.

Curiously though, he brought a finger up to his lips and took a tentative taste. "Mmm, Daphne juice," he said with fondness.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

Bringing his soaked fingers closer to my face, I noticed that the fluid was clear and slightly creamy. Curiosity got the better of me and I took one of his fingers in my mouth, sucking on it slightly.

"Slightly sweet, but I suppose it could taste worse," I stated, removing his finger from my mouth like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Well, I would ask you if you enjoyed it, but your gushing speaks for itself."

I shrugged. "What can I say? I'm easily satisfied."

"You could just admit that I know how to please a woman."

"You won't get me to admit anything." I retort stubbornly, reaching for my discarded clothes.

"We'll see. Tomorrow is another day, and I think shopping might loosen you up a bit."

"Damn."