“Good morning, young man,” she said. “I see you’ve already met my daughters.”
“Hnmmmhnhnggghhhh!” I said.
“The breakfast will be served momentarily. How would you like your bacon?”
“Mmmmnngggghhmmmm!” I replied.
“Girls. Please.”
“Crisp, please. Thank you, m’am.”
“I quite enjoyed last night,” she purred – adding with frown: “I’ll admit that I thought you were bone dry by the time we finished, though.”
“Hnnnnggghhhhhh,” I said. I had been.