Fear of Heights

Fear of Heights    
   
     Marsha says, “I take a window seat on a plane but get dizzy on a ladder whose height is that of a gnat compared to the Grand Canyon.”
     “Let’s go home. The Grand Canyon can wait until our next life. The Eola Hotel is the grand old dame of Natchez. Her seven floors are high enough to make me giddy.”
     “Chase me around the kitchen to bare my frills and I’ll get my fill of thrills.”
     “You are picture perfect in your chattily lace.”
     “My panties are yours to divest once the salad is well dressed. First I toss our salad. Then you squeeze my blushing tomatoes. Mine are not fully ripe but nice and firm like those of a woman in the spring of life but not to be consumed. Eve plied Adam with her body whose forbidden allure was the fruit. They do get a touch of pink when I sunbathe in the backyard without my bikini bottoms, but who likes tan lines?”
     John answers, “Love means we sit at the same table, share the same food, but dine with our own separate plates.”
     “When a man grabs the ball and runs with it my estrogen spikes.”