When Jim and Alejandra finally came up for air after their long, lingering kiss, Alejandra started to reminisce. "Remember our first kiss, at that Valentine's Day dance three years ago? How we didn't want it to stop, you invited me home and I accepted?"
"I put soft jazz on my stereo," Jim replied. "We sat on my couch, and we continued kissing, with a passion I'd never felt for any woman before."
"As we kissed, you started undressing me, and kissing and stroking each newly-exposed area."
"As I recall, you just as eagerly stripped me and kissed my body all over, too."
"Mmmmmm! That's right. I really enjoyed your chest against my lips. And, um, kissing certain other parts of your body, too. Then you scooped me up in your strong arms, and carried me off to your bedroom."
"I can still pick you up like that, you know."
"Oh, yeah? Prove it, my big, strong, handsome hunk of man!" Alejandra challenged.
Jim scooped Alejandra up into his arms, carried her over to the large tablecloth where they had just eaten lunch, laid her down on her back, and resumed kissing her. "Does this bring back any memories, honey?" Jim smiled.