"What are you asking for?" I asked."A fuckin' blowjob, you whore." But... I'm not..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. I was far too embarrassed ...o be appalled. The shame of a moment too good to be true filled me as this man who I thought would have nothing to do with a shy girl like me believed me to be nothing more than a paid prostitute. I backed away with the intention of leaving, but the young man made one more gesture to demand what he was asking for, regardless if I was who he. I stored the value of this contact away in my brain along with her phone number in case I wanted to join her for “drinks” at some later time. She seemed so vulnerable and needy that I imagined her stretched out and submissive under my total control.Leanne left me alone but before she departed she allowed her delicate fingers to caress my stirring package with inquisitive anticipation. I was not in the least turned off by “her” explorations because I knew that I had an important meeting with. Thursday evenings still good for everybody? Good. I'll just..."The counselor punched a button on his phone and waited. He frowned when there was no answer. He tried it again. There was no response."Give me a minute," he told the couple, getting to his feet. "The darned intercom has never really worked right... I'll just be a moment." He hurried into the outer office."We don't need to talk about important things just in front of him, do we?" Steve asked his wife when they were alone. Barbara. Sometimes I think I overdid it, when fall comes and the leaves all seem to find a home in the pool, but mostly it’s very relaxing. I do a lot of thinking when I’m not writing, just sitting alone on the deck.I took a long sip of the scotch, then just leaned back before realizing I wasn’t alone. There was a form lying back in the recliner that sat near the end of the deck.I watched for a moment and then said, “Hello?”Surprise! The answer didn’t come from the recliner, but from a shadow I hadn’t.