Jules: Not yet.
Griffin: You have to ask.
Jules: I'm not waiting for you.
Griffin: Does that mean you're already fucking yourself?
Jules: No. I mean, I'm not the kind of wife who waits.
My chest warms. Fuck, I love when she says that. I love everything about it.
Jules: I do like that idea.
Griffin: Am I supposed to be following this conversation?
Jules: Yeah.
Griffin: Not sure there's any blood left in my brain.
Jules: That doesn't sound safe.
Griffin: Who needs safe?
Jules: It doesn't sound very stimulating either.
Griffin: Stimulating?
Jules: For conversation.
Griffin: Is that what you're after?
Jules: Well, I'm not lying in bed, naked.
Griffin: Lying on the couch, naked?
Jules: Not lying.
Griffin: Masturbating furiously?
Jules: Why furiously?
Griffin: You really need to come.
Jules: You got me. I'm at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, with a blanket over my lap, masturbating furiously.
I know she's joking, but, fuck, that's a beautiful mental image.
Griffin: Can't talk. Need to come.
Jules: Really?
Griffin: Yeah.
Jules: That's all it takes?
Griffin: Thinking about my wife coming makes me hard, yeah.
Jules: I like it too.