Upon their visit to his boyhood home, Daniel showed Emma the old swimming hole. They dared each other to go in.

“But are there any snakes in there?” Emma asked.

“Nope,” Daniel said.

“Alligators?”

“Nope.”

“Crocodiles?”

“Not a one.”

“Piranha?”

“No.”

“Hippopotamuses? Sharks? Loch Ness Monsters?”

“No, but there might be a couple of frogs.”

“The kind that turn into princes if you kiss them?”

“Quit stalling and get undressed,” said the now naked Daniel.

“Oh Gosh, it’s soooo cold,” Emma chattered. “I can’t b-b-b-believe your b-b-b-boner’s still stiff.”

“Maybe that’s why they call it a boner,” Daniel said. “And what about your nipples?”

“Good point,” Emma said.

“Good points,” Daniel corrected her.

“Touche,” Emma said.

“That means touch, right?” Daniel said.

“Touche,” Emma repeated.

After Daniel’d touche’d her for a while, Emma said, “About your boner. You’re sure it’s not frozen? You’re sure it’s not petrified? You sure you don’t want to warm it up in my special warming up place?”

“Maybe just a quick dip’n dunk,” Daniel agreed.

Turned out to be a full-fledged soak and then some.