Ezio does not imagine labour terribly well, but he does imagine Stephanie in a field, hair artfully disheveled, her blouse opened at the top to stave off the heat, and a bead of sweat trickling down the valley of her perfect breasts. That is what will get him through.
"Even then," he swears. "And we can till the fields topless just to entertain each other."
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"Even then," he swears. "And we can till the fields topless just to entertain each other."