Sex is a four letter word

She slid her hand up his thigh, while her tongue tasted every part of him and moved down his chest. He pulled her closer, urging for her to be one with him. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs and

'Bang!' The door slammed open.

"How goes your diary, cous?" Angelica asked, as she strode into the room.

"It would go a lot better if I could keep writing," before adding, "and it's not a diary, it's my novel."

"You say tomato." She flopped onto one of the futons. "What say we have a little fun today."

I gave her an exasperated look. So much for getting away from my parents for some quite time to write this stupid book.

"Actually," I began, "I'm moving out today.

"Her mouth dropped. I didn't think people could drop it that far, but here was proof.

"Moving out? But where? And why?" She wined the questions.

I hadn't actually planned to move anywhere and it took me until this moment to realise I needed out.

I got up, moved away from my laptop, and started stuffing my small possessions into my bag.

"I'm moving to the country to finish this novel. Thank you so much for having me, but I really must go." I gently led her to the door, so I could search the web without her knowing I had no actual plans.

"Illmunio", I read aloud, "sounds like an Italian conspiracy organisation. "I clicked another site, "Tralee, sounds nice, Irish, but nice."

Ideas:

Moves into the country

She has a housekeeper

She sees the start of the novel/page and tells everyone

Old ladies look at her in the supermarket

Funny line:

This was supposed to be the climax to my novel, but so far it sounded like a bad porn movie script written by a blind man.