"How many humans have you met before me?"
The horses seemed never to go tired. Their hoofs kept skipping in gay while the carriage dance to the rhythm their sway supplanted.
They were on the journey again and things were coming out clearly and nicely. It had been quiet before then. Like they had been keeping quiet before he did use his voice.
He had no idea why the lady had kept quiet that long. Probably she was trying to make it seem the best way it could. Like trying to stay mute after what had happened while they were seated together in the tent.
As soon as she had held his erection had she left it. He didn't know why she did grab it. He tried to make meaning of it for naught.
