Peg Henderson got up off her knees where she was planting some mature tomato plants in her garden, and before standing up and dropping her gloves to the ground, she unboxed the thirty some feet to the garage in search of her son! "Well maybe," Jane intoned tenderly, "about the gentle and sluggishly that is, yes, you do fuck her, but it depends how she feels if it's stiff and fast, you have to ask her, because maybe she wants if slow and easy, do you comprehend!?!" "Well," Sierra oozed carefully, "I hope the batteries never run out!"