Freudian Slip

"I can't wait to meet you." She sighed. How many more days was it until it was time for their date? She could only wait. They would meet for the first time and? What would they ever do?

Surely, they wouldn't fall on the bed at first. But she wouldn't put it past herself to be unable to keep her hands off the guy once she met him.

"What will we do when we meet for the first time?" she inquired.

"We'll have to see. What do you want to do?" he asked, his voice fresh and simple. His thoughts though were much more impure.

"I would like to do a lot of things with you, but only if you allow it. I wouldn't want you to think that we are rushing into something." She had tried her best to sound as vague as possible that he would misunderstand her meaning, but he still showed no signs of taking the bait.