Saturday night, alone for the the first time in a long time. The butterflies were back in my stomach. Sitting on the overstuffed chair in the den, legs up on the ottoman. The lights were dimmed. My coffee was cooling on the table. I had just opened the laptop to read my e-mail, but I knew that what I really wanted to do was go back to that web site. John and JJ had gone for a father-son camping trip. Jennie was sleeping o...

Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. "It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives." For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. Blushing crimson, I complied, slipping my robe and top off. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. The waiting seemed interminable. I glanced...