The idea makes Monk tingle. Minx is the most gorgeous stunning beautiful woman he’s ever known, from her wild frizzled hair, changing from red to reddish orange to reddish gold and back again, to her gleaming eyes and pert nose, her slim, luscious body, and her little girlie feet. He still can’t believe that she actually likes him, much less that she loves him, or wants to be with him all the time. Yet, she lifts her head to nod at him and smile, then kisses him full on the mouth, and briefly exhales into his mouth, his throat, his lungs. They breathe into each other’s mouth a couple of times. It makes him hotter than sex.