I was about to make fun of Mary for asking if anybody was watching her, as if anybody cared (they don’t), but in her case it actually makes sense.

That is seriously the most chaste detour into a room for banging I’ve ever seen, though.  No smooching, no hands not being able to keep off each other.  It’s so perfunctory.   They may be sex robots.

I should definitely do a Slipshine of it.