When Burt took the paddle out of the drawer, Missy realized that it was official: they were no longer "making love." Not that she'd expected him to worship her body like they were in a holy temple instead of his brother's apartment, but it already bothered her that she'd had to ask him to take off his baseball cap.
Nor had she expected to hear him whisper sweet, romantic things to her in an exotic accent. All she wanted was a middle ground between her fantasy of "Milady, your beauty is like that of the stars in the heavens above!" and the reality of "Oh, yeah, baby, take it, take it hard."