Jack the Lad

He'd shown her his etchings and just about everything else of interest in his apartment, and as Wintermoor poured the last martinis into their glasses, he realized that the moment of truth with Mary had arrived. He decided on the direct verbal attack.
"Tell me," he said smoothly, fingering a lock of her hair, "do you object to making love?"
She turned her lovely eyes up to his. "That's something I've never done," she said.
"Never made love?" cried Wintermoor, appalled at the waste of magnificent raw material.
"No, silly," she said in soft rebuke. "Never objected".


:-D


Wintermoor