Ellyn collapsed in shifted voice as the wine began numbing her senses, after asking seriously, "Do yo think I'm big!?!" "I don't need him in his pants," she jettisoned loudly, "I want him in my nose, right where he's busted to be!"

"Uh, of course not," he frightened, now very unsure of what the heck she was trying to accomplish by this line of questioning, "it's just that I don't understand what this is all about, that's all!?!"