Jack and Ennis lay on the bedroll, sweating profusely, from the aftermath of their, heated and boisterous sex. Jack smiled up into the inkydarkness, and thought of the many
times they had been this way. How often over the years they had lain together, and in how many
different places. Don't you ever wonder, he pondered, how, we seem to find just the right
way, just the right position, to twist our legs around each other.
"Well," Ennis replies," what , ya think we're sposed to do with em.?"
"I can't say, but it seem like it would take more planning,,we just seem to do it. "Heh,
"Jack, you are plum crazy. You know that, don't ya? Who else could fuck, the livin daylights
outa somebody, and be thinkin about their legs?" "Jack chuckles, and rolls over onto his side
looking into his lover eyes." "Well, I guess I should be just thinking about the stars and shooting stars then." "Well cowboy, I definately got my work done then. That last time, you pushed my spleen out the other end." "I saw plenty a stars that time.."