Sixtynine Stories

I’d been seeing Dante for a couple of months after he and his wife had picked me up at a bar. He had called me and said I needed to be home on a school day. I said that Tuesday would be the best day if he were going to swing by. He called and said he was on his way and to get ready. I decided to put on a wicked weasel bikini, one of the skimpiest I own. He knocked, and I answered the door. I was surprised that he was not...