Warning! This is the third installment!
She: ....oh.
He: ...oh.
Both: Oh.
She: After all of those many sex acts, performed so thoroughly and enjoyably without love...
He: ...and I thought, and we both thought...
She: ...we both thought that was all there needed to be to it!
He: ...and now...
She: ...so empty. So bereft.
He: So hollow.
She: Yes, hollow.
Both: What have we done?
Both: What will we do?
Narrarator: That's right. They should have known, as I did, that sex without love may fly so majestically high and frequent the loftiest peaks, but it is doomed to eventually crash into an abyss of emptiness and then wallow in a sick feeling of having been USED, mutually used, used with impunity and callous delight! Once the hot thrust of lust's thirst has been slaked, there will be nothing more to do but let the sting of bitter, unspoken recriminations sink in! Oh, woe betide our intrepid pair, so lithe, so athletic and energetic in their couplings, so pleasing to see as they leap each into the boundless appetites of each and feast their full, until ...
She: You know, he's right. We were pretty awesome. Let's just keep going.
He: Yeah, you're right. Fuck it. Let's.
Narrarator: ... but I wasn't finished.
...
Narrarator: You're learning the wrong lesson.
...
Narrarator: Fuck it. Can I help in any way?
He: No thanks. I got it.
She: It's not that kind of party.
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