She stuck in her thumb and pulled out a plum. I didn't know it was in there. I don't know what she did with it. How it felt to have it, hold it, know where it had been.
She stuck in her thumb and pulled out a plum. I helped her a little this time. I was wet and pushed while she pulled with that thumb of hers. Enjoy the plum--baby?
She stuck in her thumb and pulled out a plum. By now I was worried, worried. My wife! I said. Is probably! [tug] Saving! [tug] That for breakfast!
She sticks in, pulls out. Plums just keep on growing, there in the dark. She'll stop by, flash a light on me, pull one out, and retire for the evening.
