Inter-digitate
b"I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room with a grand canyon size smile on my face, because it has been an evening of wildly erotic interdigitating with my Lady Wonder Wench. The Politically Correct Forces For Good in the community were sometimes outraged when we interdigitated before we got married. But we didn't care. We interdigitated at every opportunity. And even after all this time, we interdigitate... two or three times a day...and night. Like tonight. We sometimes take the time to initerdigitate while waiting for a long stop light. We interdigitated right out in public tonight. We do that frequently. During a recent session of especially erotic interdigitating, I tried to explain to My Lady that we really should jump into a shower together so we won't catch fire. She wasn't buying it. Interdigitating can be dangerous, but we feel that it feels so good that it's worth the risk.\\n\\tInterdigitation is my hand picked word for holding hands. I love to interdigitate with my Lady, because I am a hands on kind of guy. I love holding her hand in public, partially because I like how her hand feels, partially to see to it that she doesn't trip, and mostly because that says to the other guys...hands off this lady. I have no intention of letting her change hands. On the other hand...we have fingers. Fingers are the little explorers for people who are in love or in lust. Or both. Fingers are very handy at finding new adventures in previously un-known territories.\\n\\tAs I've told you in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot, The Pimple People and the Dreary Drones very seldom interdigitate. And they are sometimes amazed and a little embarrassed that we do. Good. I love embarrassing Pimple People and Dreary Drones. They're embarrased because my Lady and I are members of the Louie Louie Generation. And Louie Louie Lads and Ladies don't have fancy abs and perky breasts any more, like the people in the TV beer commercials."