Six Sunday - The First Six Sentences of Stone Kissed

Every Sunday, writers post six sentences from one of their works. I'm joining in the fun for the first time today. For more Six Sunday fun, follow the #sixsunday hashtag on twitter and visit the official Six Sentence Sunday website. And now, without further ado...

“Yes. Right there, again, please!” The marble satyr moaned his pleasure as Delia scraped away bits of lichen from the groove of his outer thigh.

“Just shut up.” She reached for her boar’s hair paintbrush. For the past two hours she’d been in Mrs. Hansdorf’s Bethesda, Maryland, garden maze cleaning the lewd little flirt, and he was relentless—as were most statues. This satyr was four feet tall and had been sculpted mid-leap, his arms outstretched for the nymph who stood on her own pedestal five yards farther around the turn.