I was just in the mood for it tonight.” A long silence. “In the mood? For?” A long silence. “It reminds me, well, of a certain way I . . . lik... . . .to feel.” Her thoughts: There! I’ve said it. Damn! “Do you get to feel that way often?” “It’s been a while,” she said. “My husband doesn’t really understand that kind of thing.” She lowered her eyes. Thoughts: So it’s like that? Well, here goes. “You’re telling your master that you were in the mood to read The Story of O and maybe even read it to. Streams and aspens gave way to rocky cliffs and lichens as she snaked her way above tree line.Liv's body relaxed as she flung the Porsche through a particularly tight turn. The car stuck to the road like superglue, dutifully responding to her every command. The wind rustling through her hair and the feedback from the road through the steering wheel massaged away all thoughts of the rough morning.A steep grade loomed ahead. She wanted all the speed the German engineered car could muster. Liv. Beth just looks at me with one of her room lighting smiles and stands up. As we walk over to the juice bar I realize that we are still holding hands, I don't dare let go because she is holding mine as well.We sat drinking some banana smoothies for about 45 minuets which is all the time I think either of us had to spare. As we start to part ways I ask her if I could treat her to dinner. Beth looks at me for a second and tells me “no”, “You saved me today, and gave me a smoothie, dinner is on. ”“It’s be fun,” I said with a wink.“Don’t try anything funny,” he warned. “Or you’ll be sorry.”I just smiled.We both headed into our own houses. I looked myself over in the mirror, my outfit was still perfect but I decided to really tease him now. I’d put on the most provocative dress I owned.. I giggled to myself as I looked through my closet.Before putting on the dress I cooked dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs. I pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I set the table before heading.