First Meeting
Decision making can be easy, and instinctive.
"Yes, just like that, fuck me hard," she told me. Fifteen minutes earlier, we were sipping our drinks at the bar of the Passage House Hotel. I put my room key on the table. "If you pick it up," I said, "you take your dress off and wait, kneeling on the edge of the bed." Her pensive, yet stern look pierced my resolve. I had opened my mouth to speak when her married hand dashed forward. Picking up the keys, she stood, turne...