You smile slyly. "I couldn't help but notice that you are reading '1984'."

"So? What of it?" She's obviously not amused, but you don't let that stop you.

"'Underneath the chestnut tree...'" you begin.

"'...I sold you, and you sold me.'" she finishes for you with a slightly surprised smile on her face, "I can't believe you have actually read Orwell. Most guys try to pretend they know about what I'm reading."

She scoots over in the shade a little ways to allow you room to sit beside her beneath the tree. For a bit of time you trade various literary references all the while keeping an eye out for your chance to strike, when finally...

"'They hovered in the air in the exact way that bricks don't.'" you say, quoting Douglas Adams. She falls to her back in the grass laughing with a hand placed over her eyes. She's nearly in hysterics when you quickly grab her by both feet and shove them into your mouth. The boots she's wearing taste bland in your mouth, but there was no opportunity to strip her of her clothing.

She immediately drops her book on the ground and her laughter ceases. Her back is arched in the air because of the angle you've drawn her up. She looks at you with hurt eyes of betrayal, but never says a word as you slowly suck her in. Her clothing leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but when you reach the delicate skin of her face you savor her sweet flavor before swallowing her down completely.

She curls up inside your gut and sits silently without movement. You suppose she's had this happen before. You pick up the book she was reading from the ground and open it to the beginning as you head toward the ABA house reading aloud.

"It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen....." you read.