[Her legs still aren't exactly working properly. But she still pushes off the bike and wobbles her way over to him. She probably should find her own clothes, at least her panties. But it's more tempting to go sit on his lap and enjoy the cigarette for a minute. So she does, tiptoeing her way over to him on shaky legs.]

You know what? I'm a little sore after that.

[She laughs, clearly not minding it at all. They both love it when things get rough. And now he's calling her princess and she's curled up nice and safe in his lap. She's warm and happy, and as she passes the cigarette back to him she sighs contently.]

We have such a good life. Nobody else gets to do anything like this. We're really lucky, you know?