"No, I am not a wimp," Warhol said. "It's just that... it's a little too cool for me to be taking any clothes off."
"No problem!" Suzanne said. She walked over to a nearby wall and pointed at a small control box mounted at eye level. "Thermostat!" she said brightly. "I'll just turn this up." Immediately warm air began flowing from vents in the ceiling. "Now... if you are truly not a wimp... take off that shirt!"
"Aw, gee," Warhol said. "Fine!" He yanked the shirt over his head, "Are you satisfied?"
Suzanne's eyes lit up. "Oh yes, walrus man. Very satisied. You look delicious. Do you work out? What a chest!"
Warhol blushed. "I'm nothing special."
"Oh yes you are," Suzanne growled. She stuck her tongue in his ear and licked deep.
Warhol jumped away."Don't do that! I'm ticklish."
Suzanne grabbed his belt. "Can these be far behind?"
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