Muriel shifted in his arms, and felt the stretch in her hips - her cooling body already protesting against the exertion.
"I think I'll have to," she murmured. "I don't think I'll be able to walk to well in a few hours. I didn't have anything important planned, anyway. It's a shame, though, because I think I'd enjoy running errands, chatting to shopkeepers and listening to Araminta Nightwish waffle on about her cats while your come dripped into my knickers."
She couldn't believe she'd just said that aloud. But it was true. She did enjoy carrying the secret around with her.