and he 's not going to stop ... whatever he 's doing in there just because you barge in yelling and screaming . for some reason it seemed faster on the way home . she was tucked up against him with her left leg thrown over his left thigh and her left arm was stretched across the space created by her stomach , to rest on his shoulder . i sank into the couch behind me . holy crap , the stack was thick . i 'm much happier to do this , knowing that he loves me . 