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She looks so uncomfortable.
I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it's Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. "Man, he's really going at it, isn't he?"
"Would you shut up?" She laughs and smacks my arm. "This is weird enough without you making jokes."
"Sorry. I'll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn." She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway.
Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers.
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