She wasn't grim about it. Oh no, it exhilarated her. And when she was exhilarated, she laughed, a big laugh. She was tall, with a strong back, and long, powerful legs. And that laugh.
Redheads are always a little crazy.
Which is a good thing. She had a habit of kicking my buns with her heels when I was in her, as if nudging me in a little deeper. She had a habit of scratching and biting. Some people scream, some people shout, some people don't say anything. I'd look to see if she was laughing, but she wasn't.