Gar was singing a swinging tune from yesteryear.
“Oooh, I’m gonna love you any old way.”
He paused.
“What are,” he proposed, “any old ways of loving?”
We pondered.
“Frottage,” I suggested.
“Outhouse sex,” he countered.
“A III-some, or IV-play” I said, then regretted it because roman numerals aren’t funny out loud. But Gar cracked up anyway, and that was it.