AWOL...Both Of You...

You more or less share the cigar and enjoy a bit of groping on both sides. You and she are becoming very chummy as well as sexual. After a while, you discover that both you and Inga have a similar sense of humor. After a moment, she has her arms around you from behind, her massive breasts surounding the back of your head.

"After more of zis," she says, "you vill most likely say you love me."

"Look," you tell her, running your hand over her thigh, "I do love you...but not because you've made me. Look, I can't help but say that of all the women I've known you've treated me the best all 'round. I love you...and I choose to love you."

Inga looks strangely at you, then cups your chin with her hand.

"You know, little man," she says, "or maybe not zo little man, I haff never had a lover who came to me villingly. And zurely I cannot let you get avay. Vould you truly leave your country behind to ztay with me?"

"I'd do anything to stay with you," you tell her.

You say this with such sincerity, that it makes her blush...and it almost looks as if she's going to tear up for a moment. After that passes, she hugs you against her.

"Let us leave zis var," she says, "I have a feeling I've found vat I've been zearching for all zeze years."