Joanna didn’t come home until around noon the next day. Her hair was a wild mess, her makeup smeared, and a line of hickeys ran down her neck. When she came through the front door, she didn’t even say a word. She just grabbed my hand and led me straight to the living room couch. She pushed me down and then climbed onto my lap, straddling me face to face. Her short dress was now riding all the way up her thighs, pressing h...