Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

She'd hoped he would be flustered by the question, but from her standpoint, he answered it easily enough. That was no fun. Making others uncomfortable was one of life's little pleasures for Wylla, and it distracted from the heavier nature of the former questions. She hoped he would trip over himself in answering it, and he kind of did, but not the way she hoped.

She had to up the ante. He asked why she asked and she clutched the broken bones in her forepaws, tilting her body to the side and then rolling onto her back. She regarded him with a slow sweep of her tail, then coyly and shamelessly parted her legs to leer at him and said, This maaaaay disappoint you and come as a shock, but I lack one. I was ... curious..

She was seized with the absurd desire to wink as she settled back to her side, pinning him with an amused glint in her eye. How would he take that? That doesn't count as a real question, she said, twitching her nose and hoping to keep him here just a little longer. The game was tantalizing even while it promised discomfort for them both, or worse. It helped her to forget her misgivings and shame. So you can have another.