““When I came out, Jackson was laying out a few things on the bed. "What are you doing?" He smiled sheepishly and pointed out a few candles, a bottle of some pinkish liquid, and a bottle of what I could only assume was champagne. "I thought I'd get everything ready so that when we came back after dinner, there'd be nothing to ruin the flow." "Oh." Flow? What was this supposed to be, the virgin pipeline? "Good thinking.””
