He'd Fuck me, He'd Really Fuck Me

"Husband," I said, putting down the book I'd been reading in bed and looking over at him, "if I were in a terrible car accident, burned,
disfigured, lost an eyeball—would you still fuck me?"

"Of course I'd still fuck you," he said, and came over and kissed my nose.

"Thank you," I said, giving him a relieved smile.

"I'd totally fuck you," he said. "I'd fuck your eye socket."