He looked at them inquiringly. No matter how foreign she looked, it was undeniable that she was human, one of them, not one of those flathead animals. Might it not therefore be that the only requisite for a happy marriage was friendship--a friendship which, for the sake of these advantages, would shut its eyes to many of the imperfections of humanity.
That she wrapped her long legs around him while he teased her into flaming arousal.